Some days you feel older than others. That was a fact of life.
But feeling about 86 when you barely had turned 30, that was a new low point.
He was not a happy camper as he had to use alternative methods to roll over to his stomach, before he placed one foot on the floor and attempted to get out of bed.
He couldn't remember the last time his back had felt like this. It had locked up like Fort Knox.
Finally he managed to get upright, with no small amount of grunting and cussing. His lower back was not happy with him.
He ditched changing his clothes, if Luca saw him in just his pajama pants it was nothing he hadn't seen a billion times already.
He limped towards the door to the living room, one arm out for balance, the other one supporting his back.
Once he had opened the door, he was met by Luca twisting around on the couch.
Neither of them mentioned it straight away. Luca let him limp over to the kitchen area and pour himself a cup of coffee, before he started his trek towards the chair in the living room.
"Did your back seize or something?" Luca finally asked, an amused expression on his face.
Street nodded, "Yup."
"You walk like you're way closer to 133 than 30…"
Street shot him a dirty look, "Thanks. Feels like it too."
He reached the chair, couch and table, and tried to place his cup of coffee down, freezing when he had only tilted a few degrees forward, "Oup, nope."
Luca had to bite his cheek so that he wouldn't laugh at his younger housemate's pained and surprised expression. "Here, let me take the cup before you spill. Bend your knees and straighten up that way."
Street nodded and handed Luca the cup. Then he did exactly like Luca had instructed. He bent his knees until his back was technically straight. Then when he felt like it wouldn't hurt as bad, he straightened his knees while trying to keep his upper body in line.
"I don't think you're up for work tomorrow." Luca hinted as Street started the task of sitting down in the recliner.
"Yeah, and what else captain obvious?"
