The Park, Friday Morning

[hoorayimrich]

Since he presumably hadn't seen Ben since sometime last week, Tony felt the need to embarrass himself by inviting the guy along for his morning run.

How did so many people do this so easily? It was cruel

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[momslilassassin]

Ben was being nice and not telling Tony this was his second run of the day. The guy was feeling out of shape enough as it was.

"If you bend over a bit, it might help," Ben offered. Helpfully.

[hoorayimrich]

BECAUSE BEN WAS A WEIRDO. AN IN SHAPE WEIRDO.

"I'm good!" Tony insisted, possibly bending forward just a tiny bit.

[momslilassassin]

"Sure you are," Ben said reassuringly.

It should be noted Ben wasn't really even breathing hard. The bastard.

[hoorayimrich]

"You and Mr. Rogers," Tony whined. "Is this some weird blond thing?"

[longislandiceme]

And wasn't Tony just so lucky that Bobby's own morning run was strangely much less handwavey than usual happened to coincide with his today?

"Hey," he jogged over, having spotted him and Ben. "Didn't think you were the... running type." Ben, yes. Tony? Not so much.

Although to be fair, Bobby didn't really seem like the 'running type' at first glance either.

[SOOOOO MUCH SP.]

[hoorayimrich]

"Blame Mr. Rogers," Tony whined, waving his hand in a way that could have passed as a shadow puppet animal.

Not the one with the sweater vests. The one with the bitchin' shield.

[momslilassassin]

Ben gave Bobby a quick wave. "Hey!"

[longislandiceme]

Bobby was not going to laugh at Tony's misfortune. Really. "I'm suddenly glad I'm not his TA if this is what it involves," he remarked.