Frankly, Ches couldn't care less if the jacket is stolen, he's just relieved to see Jeff a little more prepared for a workout this time. He's not sure if it's because the kid seems to have a little more confidence in himself than last time or not, but he hopes so. It sucks to see anyone experiencing that level of self-consciousness.

Ches bumps Jeff's fist back when it's offered, and smiles back. Jeff's smile is a good one, at least.

"Well, that doesn't sound promising. What's up?" Ches asks, his tone genial, and opens the door to the gym, holding it so Jeff can go in first, "I'm doing well enough, all things considered."