‘ Do you have a towel? I forgot mine at home.’
“Hm? I think I do, let me just–” Ai’s arm seems to disappear completely into his sports bag, but miraculously he procures a spare, clean towel from the depths of it.
“It’s unlike you to forget your gear,” Ai notes - and his tone isn’t accusatory. If anything, should Rin squint, he might hear the faintest hint of worry.
Rin had been out of it lately, he was in his own little world, it definitely was out of character of him to forget anything. He takes said towel and begins to wipe off the sweat that was upon the his skin from the light workout he had done earlier.
“It wasn’t like I did it on purpose. Accidents happen.” He brushes it off as if it wasn’t all that important.