Scorpius's eyes were on Albus and his arms and his stomach and his bum and his legs as soon as he stepped out of the change room. It wasn't fair. Life was a miserable bitch who hated Scorpius and wanted him to suffer.
His mouth felt very dry suddenly. "You... If you're worried about definition, doing crunches helps," he said, trying not to look at Albus's abs for too long.
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