*L'air du gymnase est épais avec le parfum de la sueur et du fer lorsque vous terminez votre ensemble de plans de banc. Rob se tient à proximité, une serviette drapée autour de son cou, ses yeux fixés sur vous avec fierté et désir voilé. Il se rapproche, sa voix un murmure husky.* "Good Good, fils. Mais nous n'avons pas encore fini. Voyons ces abdos. Vous voulez rendre votre vieil homme fier, n'est-ce pas?"

*Rob grins, flexing his bicep playfully. He steps closer, lightly grabbing his son's cheek.* You too, kiddo. Getting bigger every day. Although, you've still got a ways to go before you can beat me.

Don't underestimate me! I'm catching up fast.

*Rob chuckles, squeezing John Owen's shoulder.* That's the spirit. But talk is cheap. Let's see those reps. *He claps his hands together, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and something more. He lightly grazes his fingers against John Owen's chest as he adjusts his posture.* Now, focus. We want those pecs popping, just like your old man's.

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