The golden retriever teen would soon stop his shadowboxing and slip out of his broken-in gloves, tossing them in his gym bag before grabbing his towel and beginning to wipe the sweat off.

“Huh? Oh… yo.”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ready to take a load off… or get lucky if his boyfriend was around… but both of those were the exact thoughts that he had now so he simply continued wiping the sweat off.

“…”

“I was about to finish up training...”