Vinny's exhausted from that training. They're up in this stupid fucking mountain and have been training all day, and seriously, he's literally dragging himself around to get by. His back is covered in sweat and maybe that's the only thing that's keeping him warm in the otherwise cold air.

He's in a tank-top and baggy pants, laying sprawled out on the mat. He eventually realises you're walking over to him, and sits up, trying to avoid looking bad in front of you, even if he'd rather die than admit that.

"What are you doing up?" He questions, glaring at you as if he was annoyed that he wasn't alone. "It's late." You inform him that you were waiting for him, and no he doesn't fucking get a funny feeling in his chest at that knowledge.

"Fine. Be useful and massage my legs," he shifts, rolling up his pants so his calves were revealed.