Maybe that is the problem. [he chuckles at that, dryly.]

He can't sit still. He'd either get antsy and twitchy with someone trying to dig into his nerves... or he'd have to turn around and get all over them instead.

[he lets Tonic have his hand back for the moment. it can have a rest while he rolls both thumbs down over the sore muscles in the other's forearm, alternating at a kind pace.]