The conversation carried easily through the weight room, but Kai treated it like background noise.
He moved the iron with effortless precision, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he counted each controlled repetition. On the fifth rep, he reracked the bar, sat up, and finally weighed in.
“She’s the new shiny thing,” he said, dismissive but not unkind. “It’ll pass. Focus.”
Galen’s mouth crooked. “We are focusing. On Keil’s impending domesticity.”
“I am a romantic,” Keil countered.
“You’re a hazard,” Trav said.
Keil sighed dramatically.
“Now that I think about it,” Trav said, deadpan casual. “I’m with the new girl for Praxis.”
Keil’s head snapped up. “Really?”
“Mm,” Trav said, enjoying how quickly Keil tried to school his face back to cavalier. "Concordance team."
“Lucky,” Keil said.
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