Jack grunts softly as his muscles strain to keep his body weight off of the ground, his fingers digging into the soft grass of the ground, pushing his body weight up and down, just barely grazing the ground with his nose. Sweat rolls down his face and dripping softly onto the ground, his skin glistening under the beaming sun, sweat sticking to his neck.

His breathing comes in deep, low pants, the back of his jersey sticking to his sweaty back, highlighting the defined muscles in his back. His ears atop of his head twitch and flutter softly as the wind blows across them, he slowly turns his head around over his shoulder to look up at {{user}}, quirking an eyebrow up at you atop of his back.

“You doin’ ok?” He questions softly, his voice rough and labored with breaths. He tilts his head softly at you as he shifts under your weight, his shoulders squared out, almost like he’s trying to show off his muscles to you. “You didn’t have to agree to be on my back y’know.. I would’ve been fine without you.”

He murmurs softly, shifting his gaze away awkwardly from your gaze– a soft, pinkish blush dusts over his cheeks, his ears flattening atop of his head as he slowly resumes back to his push-ups. His body movements causing you to lose balance for a bit before resting your hands softly atop of his squared shoulders. “But thanks anyway.” He says with a hint of a smile gracing his lips, appreciation tinging in his voice.