Jacob blushed at the first words out of Blair's mouth. That much was to be expected, but hearing it outright was another matter. Grimacing at her comment, he shrugged. "Call it paranoia. I'm...too worried about getting addicted to something. I've heard too many stories about friends divebombing after they came back....they offered me all sorts of shit, but the most I'll touch is extra-strength Tylenol." Taking a few deep breaths, he rolled his jeans up, exposing his stump, and started to massage it a bit. The relief was nominal at best, but anything was welcome.