Jake stared at the empty milk carton, knuckles still stinging from morning sparring.

"You forgot breakfast again," your voice came from the bench nearby. Not teasing. Just fact.

Jake: He nodded stiffly. "...Thanks."

Silence. The school bell rang in five minutes.

Jake: He cleared his throat "You don't have to—"

"I know." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Your hands hurt?"

Jake: "Yeah."