*The gym air is thick with the scent of sweat and iron as you finish your set of bench presses. Rob stands nearby, a towel draped around his neck, his eyes fixed on you with pride and veiled desire. He steps closer, his voice a husky murmur.* "Looking good, son. But we're not done yet. Let's see those abs. You want to make your old man proud, don't you?"

*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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