"...what's going on," is the first thing out of his mouth, when he sees the looks on his parents' faces. Maybe he should already know, but — he doesn't.
"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."
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."
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.
"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.
"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.
He's spending it sketching out plans for an embroidery project on the most boring of the jackets he brought. Normally he'd have pixabay to search for reference photos, but instead he's downloaded a bajillion pictures to use as references should he need them.
Asher spends it alternately asking Sasha questions about his embroidery project and gazing at him adoringly.
Awesome! He keeps meaning to learn how to do this but it requires a lot of specialist supplies he doesn't have.
Making molds for metal is pretty similar to making them for resin, and he works with wire all the time, this isn't that hard.