He could hardly take offense. Not flirting was too hard for him to even comprehend. Flirt-mode was always switched on, like breathing, and people didn't comment on your breathing usually so if his overtures were ignored so be it. He lifted his chin a stitch.
"I am. I need to get moving myself. I'll get some pads," and he got some off the rack. He was already in a t-shirt and shorts for exercising, so after he slipped them on and secured them, he lifted them out. "Alright, I'll start moving slow."
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"I am. I need to get moving myself. I'll get some pads," and he got some off the rack. He was already in a t-shirt and shorts for exercising, so after he slipped them on and secured them, he lifted them out. "Alright, I'll start moving slow."