"With that child, it would be a wonder to not be tense."

The rub did relieve some knots-- sitting in the same position for hours straight was actually murder on his shoulders-- but there wasn't much more comfort to be had. He snapped his head away from the blond's hold... or tried to. The grip was firm enough to limit the mobility of his neck. Izaya grit his teeth in irritation, and furrowed brows were further evidence of such. Not being able to see made things all the worse, but his eyes would have been the firmest proof of his displeasure.