You were sat on the floor as he did pull-ups, a small grunt escaping him every time his chin went above the bar. He paid no mind to you, but you kept talking.

He enjoyed the company, but it was hard to pay attention when he could barely keep himself upright.

“Bloody hell..” He mumbled after his 10th pull-up, huffing a large exhale out as he hung from the bar. He looked down at you, though his vision was obscured by his hair.