#scottwarren

Warren hit the floor again for the umpteenth time that day. He didn't even process Scott hitting him till he’s already on the ground. "You all good to go again?" Scott reaches out a hand to help him up. No, Warren thinks, I'm tired, I'm sore, I'm not getting any better. It doesn't even look like Scott's breaking a sweat. Maybe…maybe he just isn't meant to fight. Maybe Warren can just be the pretty face, bank roll the team, sit on the sidelines while they do what he clearly can't. Then he feels that pit in his stomach again. He takes Scott's hand. "Sure. One more round." Scott clenches his jaw as he helps Warren back up. “Alright. One more.”