Not a competition. [Fogado reminds him again gently, giving him a gentle punch on the arm. He'll say it as many times as he needs to hear it.] But yeah, I'd love to see you too.
[He'll even sit up and move along the couch to give him some space, in the meanwhile shrugging his own shirt off his shoulders and ditching it entirely. The shoes go, too.]
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[He'll even sit up and move along the couch to give him some space, in the meanwhile shrugging his own shirt off his shoulders and ditching it entirely. The shoes go, too.]