[ Caleb is still out of breath, pack of Gatorade under his arm and sweaty in the face as he takes Frank in. He likes what he sees, sure. He always has. But he's gotta be a little shit for the moment.
He's backing away with a smirk on his face and holding a hand up. ]
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He's backing away with a smirk on his face and holding a hand up. ]
Oh, sorry. Wrong room. Didn't mean to interrupt.