John moved his arm around in several experimental circles, then smiled. Strange smiled back, basking in its warmth. It’s been winter too long.
“This is great. I feel like I have full range of motion,” John exclaimed.
“Be careful. You must allow your body to heal.”
John stopped moving his arm, then stepped closer to Strange. “Thank you.”
Strange’s cheeks flushed a becoming pink. “It’s your body’s cells that are at work.”
“Well, whatever it is; it’s magic,” John whispered, circling Strange. Strange moved the opposite way, neither man saying a word, each caught up in a dance that neither knew the steps to.
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