“Please, you know I pretty much only talk to you.” He cringed as he said it, immediately visibly wincing at his words. God, he sounded sad. It was true- he spoke to his family, yes, but outside of that it was just Grayson. (By choice, mind you. He tried to limit what stressed him as much as possible, and talking to people were on that list, no matter who they were)
“Jogging sounds amazing. I- do you mind if I join you this time?” It was summer, and he usually avoided doing anything than light walking. Between his asthma and his binder (only one of those he had told Grayson about. He once had a coughing fit after jogging lightly and felt the need to explain) he was less than keen on it. But after a good few months of friendship with the man, a sense of the trust had built.
“You can- but will you be able to breath?” he asked, frowning at the man. Had he known about the binder- hed ask him to take it off for while they worked out, knowing how dangerous it can be but he didnt. “Your asthma will most likely kick in and make it hard for you to breath when we actually get to the real workout. Its 4 miles there” he worked out a lot- and had since he was a child. So his body was more then used to this. It was something hed grown up doing and everything about him had developed with it.
