That was actually pretty fun, as far as sports he'd never heard of went. He wiped the sweat off his brow, and a part of him really wanted to ditch the shirt, but he wouldn't.

He'd worked up quite a sweat himself, if the patches on his shirt were to be believed, and that water she was holding was looking really, really good right then. Besides the fact that she was looking really, really good. But she always did.

"Just because we've been off for at least a month doesn't mean I've forgotten how to compete," he responded back to her.

He had the ball, still, lest it get forgotten or something.