[ Jack stops at one of the weight racks. Just. To look at Rhys with this expression. There's a pause to really let the judgement sink in, but then he starts counting off with his fingers as he speaks. ]

Okay, one. Super creepy. Like, hide your boner-creepy.

[ Jack says, but of course he loves the attention, so really, this is a stupid thing for him to complain about. ]

Two, I mean. Technically. Yes? Of course I have pictures of myself when I was younger? But three? Not here. Obviously. Why the hell would I have pictures of me from t-- [ Wait, no, he's not saying a number. He shakes his head. ] Too long ago.