Sam just stares at him for a couple of seconds, processing this whole new Chuck rather slowly, before he mutters, “Wow. But it makes sense I guess. I go for walks all the time, or I jog…” And hunt.
“Ain’t like I can sit around doing nothing but drink and stare at the computer screen.” Chuck actually gave Sam an overly amused look that still held a hint of fondness, shrugging after a moment. “Figured I might as well do something that’s healthy, besides…the beach’s awesome…though people getting in your way when riding an exceptionally amazing wave have a special place reserved in Hell, I’m sure.” Whether he was joking or not, Chuck himself wasn’t sure since they were really rather annoying. “But walking’s good, jogging too…and it explains your ass.”
Sam couldn't suppress the grin at Chuck's explanation and when he mentioned those people that tended to get in his way, the boy let out an amused laugh. Only the comment about his ass made him flush and Sam ducked his head, "Well, it's not like I do it for my ass, y'know? Gotta keep in shape."
