continued from x with @frozenrivalry
"Hmmm," Scott hummed as he stood up and moved back to get a better look at the chest of drawers they were building. The cracking sound his knee made sometimes reached his ears and he groaned inside thinking that he was getting old. Thirty-Seven wasn't that old but in sports it was almost retiring age. "One of the drawers are hanging out slightly and we still have all these," he says stifling a yawn and pointing at the bag of screws and dowels still there. "You know what? I can live with it."














