Talk to him about Gold Rush, cautiously

"....Newton....." You begin, slowly.

Gold Rush said he doesn't know what's going on with her when he's helping her out, and you don't want to give her secret away. But at the same time, even though she's a total champion and will definitely have a training arc to overthrow all the people in the school she's already better than, she'd be able to get it done even faster with Newton's help to make sure she's not.... you know..... interrupted all the time.

"Ya." Newton replies.

"Do you know who Gold Rush is?"

Newton thinks for a second, then shakes his head. Wait, what? He doesn't?! You try to not let your fluster and confusion show on your face, but totally fail!

"HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHO GOLD RUSH IS??" You ask, loudly and accusingly. "SHE'S THE BEST EVER!"

Newton's head reels back with the **** of your shouts, and he blinks a couple of hard blinks. "Uhhh.... c-calm down there, lifting buddy. Maybe I've just.... forgotten. Can you describe her?"

You huff. It doesn't matter how shirtless or buff Newton is, if he really doesn't know who Gold Rush is he can't be your friend until listening to you talk about her for two to four hours. Then he can be your friend again. Oh, and if he watches her fight with you too! That'd be a big bonus.

"She has very orange hair." You say, pausing to check the reaction on his face because he'll get bonus points if he gets it early. He nods once, so you continue. "She speaks kind of like this - 'Ah am jus SO delaighted ta see you!'."

He furrows his brow and nods again, focusing hard and pursing his lips. He's taking this very seriously, which you are glad for.

"She is very very pretty and has a very toned midriff but it is also a solid and thick midriff."

"....I think I might know who you're talking about, friend." Newton says. "The second year? Really popular at the Arena first bit of last year, from what I've been told? Why do you call her Gold Rush, her name's-"

"YES THAT'S HER." You quickly interrupt him. You breathe in a quick breath. "....and she's also still popular at the Arena, by the way. Tons of fans. And she's the champ, too."

Newton shakes his head sadly. "Sorry, I was never that involved over there."

"It is okay we are still friends."

Newton lets out a relieved sigh he's been holding in.

"Does she work out here a lot?"

"Eh, less and less recently. She's still looking strong, so I think she's just finally taking my advice and getting herself some more sleep."

Your eyelid twitches for a second.

"D- *ahem*" You straighten up after your voice catches in your throat. "Do you think you could do me a favour, next time she comes in here?"

"Oh, sure thing!" He says with a smile.

"C-could you, umm... offer to help oversee her bench press form, and then workout with her until she leaves?"

Newton looks up and left as he thinks about it, as if rifling through his internally-kept schedule. Then he looks back down at you with a smile.

"Yep! I can do that!"

"Awesome!" You beam. "Thanks a ton Newton, you're the best!"

You embrace him in a tight hug, which surprises him, but he chuckles and pats you on the back. Your head barely comes up to the bottom of his pec, with your body angled like this for the hug, and his massive arms make you feel very safe.

"I'll go make sure the bench presses are free for whenever she comes back in here then, friend. The boys and girls who love to use them should be understanding about it!"

With that, Newton gives your back one extra pat, then backs out of the hug and gives you a "chk-chk" and finger gun/wink combo, before turning and heading deeper into the Gym. Okay, cool -- now Gold Rush will get a whole session of working out on her favourite form in, and her secret's still being kept. Cool!