"I'm holding off on saying things like that until we've had a whole week of it. But maybe." 

"Dancing's better." To illustrate this point he does a tour de force. 

"How do you have energy."

"He's an aspiring professional athlete — dance is a performing art but it is also a sport, things can be more than one thing at once." 

"I usually dance six hours a day, and I was doing more before I went here because they won't let me dance here."

"Can you teach me to like sports."

"I think... you first have to be in any shape at all? Maybe try Pilates? --Is Pilates considered to be gay."

"Which ones have you tried? My sister thought she hated sports, but turns out what she hated was team sports and as soon as she tried fencing she fell in love with it." 

"I haven't tried anything. I wasn't very athletic so my parents decided that me doing sports was a waste of time."

"Yeah, that's hard to work with. Are there other games you like?" 

"I haven't really had time to play games."

"Were there extracurriculars you liked?" 

Lev seems mildly confused by the concept of liking extracurriculars. 

"...tutoring? I used to tutor kids. That was good."

"...you know, I've never really gotten most math, I can memorize formulas well enough but I know I'm not understanding it. I could teach you poetry or one of my weird crafty things and you can teach us math and Marlo can teach us both, I don't know, how to throw a football? If you both think that sounds like a good idea, sorry to volunteer you." 

"I could use some help with math too." 

"That would be really good!" 

His smile grows tight. "But I have to spend my free time doing the work about admitting I'm. You know."

"...we could all hang out together during free time and you and Asher can do it together and maybe it'll go faster that way?"

And if Marlo's with them it'll seem less like Sasha is proposing more making out. Not that he doesn't want to make out with Lev again, but. 

"Yeah, Lev, if we both have to do the same stuff we can commiserate." 

"That sounds nice."

He is acutely aware that his reason for agreeing to this is that he wants to spend time with three attractive guys, one of whom he kissed.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry I knocked you down."

"You're fine. — if you did it again when it didn't look like I was about to tackle someone half my size I'd be annoyed, but I'm fairly sure you aren't going to." 

"Don't touch Sasha and I won't knock you down."

(His tone sounds a little bit like he's joking and a little bit like he's not.)

"I wasn't planning to, but duly noted." 

He is controlling his voice, and so he only sounds a little bit wistful. 

He ponders if there is a way to say "obviously, consensual sex with Sasha is okay and will not get you hit" without fracturing their fragile sports-based friendship, and decides there is not.