It wasn't probably better. It was just better. Jamie had been around enough nutritionists and enough dancers to know the macros of every food out there. It was boring, deeply boring. Almost as boring as ordering an omelette when you wanted a burger enough to murder a non-existent senator. But he looked Sid up and down. The guy was skinny. Not like, skinny-skinny. Not the kind of bordering-on-too-thin that got you rumors in high school or tossed into a locker for being a fag.But like, enough that he didn't need to care about his ass. He looked young, too. Maybe five years Jamie's younger, not a lot more than that. Enough that he reminded Jamie of the competition with a little flare of renewed interest in Sid's physique.
Yeah. Young enough not to care about his ass.
But you know, Sid has his thing about old people ass and Jamie switched as seamlessly as if nothing was going on up top but an appreciation for hamburger and a witty repartee that bordered on weak dad jokes on occasion. "I mean, they're old. So they're less flexible than like, young people. But that's part of it. Staying flexible, trying not to get frail enough to break a hip." Jamie sounded fond, he was, he just didn't want to eat with them.
"We take it easy. I go slow. Nothing that takes a trip to the ER to put right."