Patrick stood and moved around to the other side of the table and slipped an arm around Darren’s shoulders. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed slightly. Patrick could sense he was battling the fight-or-flight response. He gave a quick squeeze and lowered his arm.
“Well, I guess we’re in the right place then,” Simon said.
Patrick tilted his head. “Huh?”
“Sounds like we all need some fresh air and something positive to focus on. Looks like boxing’s it for now. But I think we’ve covered enough for today. How about we end with some cool-down exercises—better late than never—then head home for a bite to eat? I’m starving. What about you, Darren?”
Darren shrugged, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Sounds great. I guess I could go for a pizza.”
Patrick mouthed a thank-you to Simon. From the lightness in his voice and Darren’s immediate response, dropping the subject was the best decision.
At least for now.
