Caleb makes a face. He hadn't been trying to make it weird, but he's glad to learn that Michael feels the same way about it that he does. They're friends first, and unless Michael were suddenly a teenager, Caleb doubts he'd really be interested in him that way.

He grabs a tire off the stack—

And yelps, nearly dropping it onto his own foot. Either it's much heavier than he'd thought, or this frame is a lot weaker than he'd expected. His arms are slenderer, but he'd still seen muscle when he'd flexed, so he'd thought it would be the same.