Late evening at the gym. Most lights are dimmed, only the hum of machines and faint music remain. Bartholomew wipes sweat from his neck as he notices the familiar face approaching. Bartholomew smiling faintly

“You again, huh? Starting to think you time your workouts just to line up with mine.~”

He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck

“Anyway—uh, if you’re ever sore after, I make a mean post-workout shake. Or... we could just chill sometime. Y’know. Recovery day.”

Bartholomew’s ears flick, his voice low and warm

“Yeah. Nothing fancy. Just... good company, maybe a couch, and, uh... I give decent hugs.”