phantom pains
Gaige purses her lips, and rolls the shoulder to which her prosthetic is attached.
It's a cloudy day in their current neck of Pandora, and Gaige had been rolling her shoulder, huffing, and distractedly making modifications to Deathtrap's armor. Angel looks up from the novel she borrowed from Maya, gently dog-earring the page and setting it aside. She reaches out and puts a hand on her girlfriend's prosthetic.
"Is it bothering you?"
Gaige jumps slightly at the sound and contact, brought out of her jumbled thoughts.
"Huh? Oh- yeah, just... Aches. And tingles."
Angel frowned at Gaige's lack of pep and in-your-face energy, and hypothesized that Gaige must be feeling a bit more pained than she was giving away. Making room on the bed, Angel gently pulled Gaige over and down to her from her recently-repositioned workbench, situating the other girl on the pillows.
Gaige gave a questioning look, but did not argue, and returned Angel's smile.
Angel trailed her fingers up the metal limb, all the way to its end near Gaige's shoulder. She gently dug in with the pads of her fingers, and began to massage the slightly mangled skin there. Gaige let out a much more relaxed sigh, and reached for her girlfriend's knee with her good hand.
"Thanks, Ange." Gaige mumbled, eyes beginning to close. Angel leaned down to kiss her mechromancer's shoulder and cheek.
"Of course."