Greg's hand released Theo's arm, and Greg pet the spot, in a small gesture of comforting.
"Well, I suppose you could put it that way. I don't much approve of you being so cold. You're far too thin," he said, his eyes moving across Theo's reclined form as he stopped touching his friend and moved to start taking off his shoes and socks.
Greg pulled them off of one foot and threw them at his crumpled damp shirt. He started on the other foot, and wet sock and shoe went flying.
Greg was still reluctant to move away from Theo too far for some unexplainable reason; Greg chalked it up to not wanting to go into the bath alone. He leaned back on Theo's bed, and began to wiggle out of his jogging sweats, stripping down to his skivvies. He wadding up the long legged garment and added it to the growing pile.
Greg lay back against the cool blanket and looked up at the ceiling, giving a happy sigh. He turned his head towards Theo's back.
"Don't you exercise ever? It is really brilliant. I started this summer, and I feel better about myself than I ever have in my life."
He moved a hand up to rub at his naked chest and across his firming stomach, appreciating the changes he had made to his body. The flab was almost gone, replaced by firming muscles. He smiled, looking up, thinking of those first work outs and how hard they'd been to do. He turned his head towards Theo, "So what's the book about anyhow?" he asked, clearly not ready to leave.