“I’m glad you are,” Stephanie replies without hesitation. “There’s something not quite right about you being on the shelf.” Clearing some stray hairs to press them behind her ear, the older woman takes a seat and invites him to do the same. “So how are things going, recovery wise?”
“Oh, tell me about it. I’ve been going absolutely mad while my knee’s been healing up. Jeeze, I don’t know how Paul handled this way back when.” He responds with a growl, sitting on the seat and sighing as he relaxed. “Good. I’m ahead of the schedule, thank god.”
“You’re the one who brought it up,” she reminds him. Soon she’s looking him over. “So what can I do for you Colby? Shouldn’t you be swinging off of bars to catch a 200-pound weight as you jump down?” Stephanie joked, but she couldn’t deny his work ethic.
“I’m not really avoiding the topic either,” He responds sardonically before he nods his head and lets out a breath. “I should be, but I wanted to take a small break to watch the show tonight.”
“A handle?” She chuckles. “Should I get a tea cozy out?” Stephanie gave him a sweet smile.
“That’s a blanket, right?” He smirks, raising an eyebrow. “Would he even want one?”
