"Track," Caleb said after a moment, brushing the shavings off his jeans. He looked back up and smirked. "Just have never seen as much of you, not even in the locker room." His tone was soft, light, no hard sounds or extended sentences. It was his way, to try to keep things as concise as possible.
Caleb waved at Adrian's wings and raised an eyebrow in question. "Am I interrupting?" He didn't think so, didn't think that Adrian would be mad at him for using an already-dead piece of wood to fill his idle time.