They resumed their walk.
“Soccer’s more about skill and tactics, not physical dominance, and…”
“It’s cool,” Parker said squeezing Mason’s shoulders.
Stopping next to a somewhat beat up and rusting pick-up truck, Parker tried to flip his duffle bag into the truck bed, but winced at the effort.
“You sure you’re all right? Didn’t you get the coach or someone to look at your injuries?”
“Nah,” Parker said, finally achieving his goal.
“Okay, sorry.”
“Hey, dude, it’s great that you care.” The look Parker gave Mason caused the latter’s heart to swell. Could Parker mean it in that way, could he be interested in him, could he…Stop it! Mason said to himself.
“Wanna grab a burger or something, maybe go through the drive-through line so I can get back to my place and have a soak?”
“Uh, sure, whatever you say.”
“What are you in the mood for? Mickey D’s, Wendy’s?”
“Don’t mind.” Mason didn’t care, so long as he could spend more time with Parker.