you're allowed to lean on me. that's what i'm here for. // writers choice!
He wasn't sure if it was a request or not, but Jack immediately leans his head on Azin before grinning up at her and straightening himself out. "I appreciate it."
"I mean it Jack," Azin sighs, a smile on her face despite the way she spoke. "You've been working yourself to the bone. I want you to trust me."
Jack knows what she means. That he's finally champ is great, but hell he's traveling from place to place in a redecorated school bus. He's been beaten, sacrificing his body and mind to get to the point he did now.
"I know, I know. You're not wrong. Hell, I don't know when the last time you've been wrong is."
"Exactly." Azin doesn't even sound smug about it.
"Az. I do trust you, yeah? So, you mind doing me a favor."
"What is it?" She's almost eager to help, and Jack feels a bit bad, but he knows that this was just the way she loved.
"My neck's been killing me. Can I get a massage?"