[ Jack's Great Offense here is palpable from how tightly his arms are crossed and the thinness of his frown. If this were anyone else, they'd probably be in a dangerous situation right about now, but. Rhys isn't entirely wrong here, and it's not like there's a ready supply of people to replace him.

That, and Rhys's question is enough to get Jack to throw his hands into the air in exasperation. ]

You are such a dick in the mornings, Jesus.

[ they're not married, they swear ]

[ At least to get some of this slightly violent energy out, Jack punches Rhys's arm. It's not quite enough to be actually, worryingly violent, but it's not completely playful either. ]

Okay, you know what? I'm gonna teach ya. Because I changed my mind. You're the one lifting weights today, cupcake. I'm spotting you.