"No... no money needed here. We trade favours." It was almost cute how Jake was working around the edge, purposefully not fucking up the centre crash mats with the snow on his boots so that they weren't wet. Aaron would have called him out if he had done but Jake obviously was just a good person. Fucker.
Aaron waited and adjusting the tension on chains on the punching bag, giving them more leeway to swing and dive so there was an element of unwariness. "Aaron Cross," he said, finding it ridiculous to introduce himself to the man who was Best Man at his wedding. "You're the infamous Jake Sully; what rank are you, soldier?" he asked casually, going over to another apparatus.