“Don’t apologize, seriously. It’s just in the past now, that’s all,” he rubbed at the back of his neck almost sheepishly, “Nothing I can do to change anything now, shit’s just the way it is. I don’t see the point of talking about it.” He’d heard it enough from his parents, since football had been the one single thing they ever compromised on, the one thing they let him choose to do, and he just gave up on it seemingly out of nowhere. He didn’t even quite understand it himself—he realized one day that it just didn’t make him feel anything anymore and that was it.
“Alright, alright, if you say so,” Nate held his hands up in mock surrender, lips spreading into a teasing grin, “Sounds like you’re capable enough. He is pretty hard to miss… You’ve got my number, right? Just in case you change your mind.” He took a step closer, draping his t-shirt over his shoulder instead of pulling it on, “I think it’s just you. Happy to warm you up, if you need.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean to talk about it like this, like I said, I was just curious, I won’t bring it up again.” Alexander said with a small smile, not wanting to keep talking about football and the reason why Nate had stopped playing. It seemed to upset him and Alexander didn’t mean it at all. “Are you part of any clubs right now? Or play other sports? Because we have a ton of those around school, maybe you can find something you like!”
“I can’t fight anyone, I appreciate you trying to help, but I don’t think I’m actually going to need it.” Alexander said with a small smile, blushing when Nate got closer to him, looking up at the other. “Warm me up? What is that supposed to mean?” Alexander asked, looking at the other with a frown and crossing his arms.
