"Well, Grampa wouldn't let me use my speed so it wasn't cheating. I just never won." Bart said, still a little grumpy about that arrangement. He could win. Even without his speed, he knew he could win because he was born knowing more about running than anyone else on his track team-- but Grampa said it wasn't about winning and losing and all that stuff and it was just so confusing.
Bart finally flopped down in a chair, red hair lifting then settling as if it was heaving a sigh of its own. "What are you doing, Jesse? I mean..." Bart poked at his own fingers, curious, but trying not to jump on Jesse with a gazillion questions the way everyone told him he did. "We just haven't seen you around in a while is all.... not that it's bad to see you! I just..." He frowned a little and rolled one shoulder in half a shrug, "I missed you."