(Adm knocks on C’s bedroom door. He waits patiently)

C:

Come in.

(Adm opens’s the door and enters slowly. C casually looks up from her laptop)

C:

What’s up?

Adm:

May you punch out my back, please? The straps on my posture corrector are messed up, and I’m barely able to fix them on a good day.

(Adm sighs, exasperated)

C:

Punch out your back?

(C smiles in mild amusment)

C:

I’ve never done that before. You know you still have to make attempts even when you don’t have the posture corrector on.

(Adm makes a visible attempt to stand straight, at which C quickly raises an eyebrow)

Adm:

I do. I try to straighten up when I’m standing-

C:

Uh-huh.

Adm:

-laying down, keep my head up, have proper neck support when I sleep, I stretch, I punch out my own back, all that.

(C turns her attention back to her laptop)

C:

Great! So you should be in tip-top shape.

(Adm subconsciously slouches again in dejection)

Adm:

I still feel unsure and discomfort in spite of, that’s why I asked you in the first place….