âDonât apologize, seriously. Itâs just in the past now, thatâs all,â he rubbed at the back of his neck almost sheepishly, âNothing I can do to change anything now, shitâs just the way it is. I donât see the point of talking about it.â Heâd heard it enough from his parents, since football had been the one single thing they ever compromised on, the one thing they let him choose to do, and he just gave up on it seemingly out of nowhere. He didnât even quite understand it himselfâhe realized one day that it just didnât make him feel anything anymore and that was it.
âAlright, alright, if you say so,â Nate held his hands up in mock surrender, lips spreading into a teasing grin, âSounds like youâre capable enough. He is pretty hard to miss⌠Youâve got my number, right? Just in case you change your mind.â He took a step closer, draping his t-shirt over his shoulder instead of pulling it on, âI think itâs just you. Happy to warm you up, if you need.â
âOkay, Iâm sorry, really. I didnât mean to talk about it like this, like I said, I was just curious, I wonât bring it up again.â Alexander said with a small smile, not wanting to keep talking about football and the reason why Nate had stopped playing. It seemed to upset him and Alexander didnât mean it at all. âAre you part of any clubs right now? Or play other sports? Because we have a ton of those around school, maybe you can find something you like!â
âI canât fight anyone, I appreciate you trying to help, but I donât think Iâm actually going to need it.â Alexander said with a small smile, blushing when Nate got closer to him, looking up at the other. âWarm me up? What is that supposed to mean?â Alexander asked, looking at the other with a frown and crossing his arms.