Steve snorted at Jeff's accusation and threw his hands up, nearly dropping both sticks in the process but managing to catch one of them one-handed. Jock reflexes.

"You got me, I'm a robot," he replied, deadpan. He chuckled, shaking his head before bending over to grab the dropped drumstick.

"No, no, I'm flesh and blood, I promise. I just had an obscene amount of free time and an unhealthy work ethic." It was how he got so good at swimming, training at all hours of the day and night, but he had promised his dad he would win his swim meets. It was the only way his parents would agree to the in-ground swimming pool in the first place.