"Sweaty."

He snorts. "Yeah, I suppose so. Will you want to do this again? I had fun."

"I don't really feel better or anything."

"Well, but if you don't feel particularly worse we could keep doing it, the effect might build up. Not to mention the sexy factor."

...Jackson makes a face.

"Well, I at least am pretty vain."

"It's not like I'm fat or anything."

"Oh, I know, you in particular don't need it, but. There's always room for some improvement. Maybe even strength training, although Cthulhu knows it's terrible."

"Cthulhu?"

"Dread outer god from a series of fiction books by a guy named Lovecraft."

"And strength training is, what, weightlifting?"

"Yeah. To build muscle mass and such."

"Eh."

"That's more or less how I feel about it."

"Well, thanks anyway I guess."

"You're welcome!" He's unusually talkative isn't he? "Any objections to making this a thing, then?"

"I dunno. I mean, I need a shower now and stuff."

"Right, I don't mean again today. Just, couple o' times a week or so."

"Thanks for trying but I don't think it does the thing for me."

"It could work after a few times, but you could also do it just for the bonding experience and general health benefits of exercise."

"Or not."

"Or not," he agrees. "Up to you. I'd enjoy your company but won't push anymore if you're sure."

Shrug. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Alright. I should, too."

They live in the same hall, so they don't wind up parting ways in the course of this activity except into different stalls.