"Oh, ha hah," Simon said, frowning and sticking his tongue out at Gibs' ribbing. Man, the kid had a heavy hand. He'd been playing, and Simon wasn't entirely sure his shoulder wouldn't bruise from that punch. He didn't complain, however. He was well versed in hiding any weaknesses from all the sharks in Special Ops. "Funny guy. I am better than that," he added emphatically.
He watched Kyle put his coat away, and had to smile at the mess inside. It was so him. His smile widened to a grin from the friendly offer that followed. "Yeah," he conceded. "We did good. Next time I won't get cocky. We'll do even better. We'll make a kickass team."
By then, the sensation of electric sparks thrumming inside his leg had died down considerably, and so Simon stood up, not without effort. "Hey, I have something for you," he informed Gibs as he limped over to his locker. He opened it, and it was the antithesis of Kyle's. It was perfectly organized and even had an odor neutralizer stick up inside. He got Kyle's skateboard reluctantly out of it and handed it over. "You forgot it the other night, and you didn't come back to pick it up," he said, trying not to sound slightly accusing at that last. He swallowed and tried to sound very neutral when he next spoke.
"It was fun. You never told me what games you liked, though. You should come over sometime." He barely refrained from clearing his throat or coughing. "Anyway! Debriefing," he added, grinning weakly at his friend.