You're at a group workout, partner drills, core exercises. You're holding a plank, longer than most. Your shirt rides up, your abs tense, muscles visible beneath the softer exterior. Gaz notices first not with a snide remark, but with an appreciative whistle. "Okay" he says, grinning. "I see you."

You turn your head slightly. "Focus." Your voice is deep, not amused, but not uncertain. He laughs softly. "I am." As you stand up, he taps you lightly on the upper arm. "Solid." You raise an eyebrow. "Obviously." He grins. "Yeah. Obviously."