“I thought you said you were quitting. Gone for good, that’s what you said.” You commented, watching as he swung his bag off of his shoulder and onto a surface.

You and Alec had gotten a job at Jam pony not too long ago. The both of you had been working together since, and you had grown particularly close to him.

Despite the occasional bickering, the two of you cared for each other more than you’d like to admit. So when Alec walked into Jam Pony with small cuts across his face, you immediately recognised what that meant.

He’d gone back to boxing.

You noticed the wounds right away, and you could tell that they were fresh. Plus, they weren’t there the last time you saw him. And that was yesterday.

So you had approached Alec, your brows knitting together in concern as you pieced together the situation, and decided to ask about the cuts.

But, of course, you were met with immediate evasiveness from him towards the subject. “I don’t understand how it’s any of your business.” Alec quipped, not even looking at you as he spoke.