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[empathicfault]

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[empathicfault]

[ Will nods, looking at least a little pleased. ]

Figured you might work well together, if you're anything at all like you were back in the breach.

[ And yeah, he should address that: ]

Driven, I mean. I am- hopefully- at least a bit less whiny, myself. Can I ask what you're training for?

[weedeating]

Just to train, [ he shrugs. ] I like working out and keeping my body in top form.

Besides, just because I'm dead that doesn't mean I should stop improving myself.

[empathicfault]

[ Will chuckles lightly. ] Some people would argue with you that that's exactly what that means.

-but I'm not one of them. Honestly, I should probably get into the gym myself, now that I'm not in life-threatening situations constantly. Don't want to get flabby.

[weedeating]

If you ever want someone to spot you while training, feel free to ask.

[empathicfault]

Yeah? Thank you. I might.

[ He gingerly touches his nose, managing to not flinch. Yeah, that's going to look rough in a few hours. ]

I should probably go put some ice on this. ...and make sure my dog's not getting into anything he shouldn't.

[weedeating]

If you want an apology, it's not going to happen.

[ just saying! ]

But yes. Ice it up and I suspect we'll see each other again soon.

[empathicfault]

[ The comment gets a sudden laugh from Will. He smiles, looking a lot more relaxed. ]

I wasn't fishing for anything, I promise. See you later, Dimitri.

[ He turns away. Time to go find Winston. ]