Ace shuddered. "Point taken."
"Not a sports fan, then?" Paul asked, concerned.
"I've played," Ace said. "More into track and field, though. I did baseball and soccer for a while when I was a kid. I'll be able to follow along with the big boys, don't worry."
"So that's a yes?" Paul's face was filled with hope.
Ace sighed and took a deep breath. "That's a yes."
Paul's face filled with a big, stupid grin. He impulsively reached for Ace's hand across the table and squeezed – until his brain caught up with what he was doing. He pulled back sharply, and Ace bit out a sigh.
"One of these days, maybe you could actually bring yourself to touch a man in public," Ace said. "In a way that doesn't involve a manly punch."
Paul looked down. "I really hope so," he said softly.
They finished their
