Tony Eagle and Dan Edwards

The bearded man kneads Tony Eagle’s pale, hairless feet with a firm grip while Dan Edwards presses a medical tool against his arches, squeezing out a thick, glossy substance. Their hands grip each other’s feet in a tight, deliberate hold, the dark-haired man’s fingers digging into the soles as the other spreads a slick coating over every inch. A small device hums between them, its nozzle aimed at the toes, filling the spaces with a slow, deliberate stream.