You and Jason walked out of the gym, both drenched in sweat, compression shirts sticking to your skin. Your arms felt like dead weight after the brutal upper-body session. Every step made your muscles protest.

Jason rolled his shoulders. "Bro, that was brutal. I don’t think I can lift my arms anymore."

You exhaled. "Yeah, we definitely overdid it."

Jason scoffed. "You overdid it. I just kept up."

You smirked. "Kept up? I was outlifting you, Jay."

He shot you a glare. "The hell you were."

You shrugged, flexing your aching bicep slightly. "Then why do I feel fine and you're complaining?"

Jason, being Jason, didn’t let that slide. He playfully smacked your bicep—except he forgot how sore it was.

"Agh—! You dick!" you flinched, grabbing your arm.

Jason winced immediately. "Oh, sh—my bad, man. Forgot we just killed our arms."

You glared at him. "That was the weakest slap ever, and I still felt like I got hit by a damn truck."

Jason flexed his fingers, shaking his head. "Yeah, we’re gonna feel this for a week."

You sighed. "Let’s just get food before we both collapse in the parking lot."

Jason nodded. "Agreed. And for the record, I totally outlifted you."

You shot him a look. "Jay, if you hit me again, I’m putting you in a headlock."

"Try it. I’ll be too sore to fight back."