“Try-outs are next Friday so… I’ve got time to practice to be an official member.”

“…Fine. But I’m only doing this cause you asked. Not because I think it’s a good idea,” he jabbed a finger into Damian’s chest, sticking out his tongue in mock-disgust.

Colin scanned over Damian face but found only that same desire to care, to help. “Fine. But if it I hate it, I’m dropping out.”

“Sports? What, am I supposed to just try them all and see if one of them sticks?” He gave Damian a frown. “You don’t even like sports.”