Unfortunately, the moment was already ruined. “Tony.” Flynn took a deep breath. He had to say it. “I can’t do this.”
“What? Can’t go to the gym?” Tony looked him up and down. “Yeah, you’re not dressed or anything. You don’t even have your duffel bag.”
“I didn’t mean the gym.” Flynn put the envelope in his pocket and prepared himself.
“Then what? Oh! Before you say, check this out!” Tony lifted his shirt up to his collarbone. At first Flynn didn’t know what he was supposed to be seeing, then he noticed how the skin over Tony’s scars looked a bit odd. “I got these silicon strips that are supposed to make my scars fade faster! Soon I’ll be able to walk around shirtless without getting weird looks!” He laughed. “Well, I can always tell them I was in a bar fight with someone who was really OCD about inflicting symmetrical wounds, but that sounds kinda dumb.”