Atlas Gym [Monday, Late Afternoon]

[whitedeathpod]

Yes, John actually showed up. Of course, he wore his best sneakers in case he had to run for his life but he did show up and he thought that was an accomplishment.

Of course, he hadn't heard about the latest incident in the 'Aly's pregnant' rumor and probably would've run and hid if he had. So, he's there.

And not running.

Yet.

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[professor_lyman]

Josh had found himself a seat in the corner.

And popcorn.

"Kick his ass, honey!"

[whitedeathpod]

John glared in Professor Lyman's direction.

[professor_lyman]

Josh waved cheerfully.

[tricksy_spy]

Aly grinned at him. "I'll do my best."

[professor_lyman]

"Good enough for me!" Josh said cheerfully.

[tricksy_spy]

She laughed. "You're enjoying this too much, aren't you."

[professor_lyman]

He waved his little Mets foam finger at her. "...maybe."

[tricksy_spy]

"Does that mean you're next?" she asked, looking mischievous.

[professor_lyman]

"Oh, I don't doubt your ability to kick my butt nine ways from Tuesday," Josh said. "That's what I like about you."

[tricksy_spy]

Aly shook her head, laughing. "You're a strange person."

[professor_lyman]

"But you love me anyway, right?" he asked, eyes sparkling at her.

[tricksy_spy]

"Because of even," she told him with a wink.