The Creator Check-up

Lee Seng opened the familiar door and flicked the lights on. He wandered over to the raised chair and sat in it. He scooted his butt all the way back and leaned backwards. The rough chair was still annoying to sit in. The Creator shut the door behind him and moved towards the computer, turning it on.

"How has recovery been?" The Creator asked.

"Alright." Lee Seng answered.

"Are you still suffering from those migraines?" 

"They've died down after you gave me those pills."

"How's physical training going? I heard from Manny you've been trying to get back into running, again. I told you to not push yourself too hard. Are you going slow like I requested?" The Creator turned and leaned against the counter top as he folded his arms. He looked at his son with one of those parental looks. The 'you should listen to me or else' look that Lee Seng had found weird.