“So uh, new development I’m still working on getting the hang of? I regularly put my foot in my mouth.” Marcus said, shifting slightly and glancing down at the ground when he realized exactly how the condemnation had sounded and likely come across, especially with the guy’s answer of no one. “Feel free to tell me to go away anytime.”
“But I mean...I get it? As much as I can when I don’t even know your name.” He offered a small, twisted up smile when he raised his head again. “Only walked in here a few days ago, but being left alone for once was...weird. Good, but weird.” He hesitated slightly, eyeing the man for a moment. “If uh. If someone does end up offering to show you though, I’d take the hand? Just ‘cause, even if you’re not going for anything, getting your form down can help with the uh,” inconsistent aggression issues, desire to punch cement, wanting to disappear into the corner until everyone stops looking, “with your overall workout. Going longer, thinking less, you know?”
He paused, tilting his head for a moment, “And, might keep that as your first and only break.” And there went his foot in his mouth again.