Fluid
Quill muttered after a minute.
Hawk snorted, feigning indifference, but the irritation flared hard. He shoved back from the desk and crossed the room, picking up a set of dumbbells. They were lighter than usual, mostly because he'd already worn himself out over multiple workouts. Quill glanced over, his eyes gleaming with that damn look as Hawk settled beside him.
"You keep this up, and you won't fit through the doorway," Quill remarked with that stupid shit-eating grin he got when he was teasing him. "You know, all these workouts are starting to show, and not in a good way."
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