Corey looks up at her with a 'Did somebody just ask for the basepaths to turn into quicksand?' sort of expression.
"No, s'okay, Lucas, don't need to bother." Corey sets his catalog down, gets up, after the 'hurt? What hurt?' fashion of put-upon brothers throughout the ages, and picks up a glove again. His bare feet shift into a slightly steadier stance. "I guess I'll get back in for a while."
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