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JGoB, Friday Afternoon

The weather was not nearly so nice today as yesterday but that hadn't stopped Stark from going out. It still wasn't cold and miserable winter weather and that was good enough for him.

Besides, if he hadn't gone out he would have missed out on all of the absolutely adorable holiday baked goods. There were all manner of egg and bunny related snacks and even some carefully packaged Kosher for Passover desserts brought in from an outside bakery should anyone need those.

Stark had gone right for the 'bunnies in blankets' because they were too cute to resist and then he'd gotten an assortment of colorful cookies for later. Just in case he needed something to share with a friend.

For now he had a few different colored bunnies on brownies and a seat at a table by the window.

[It's the day before spring break and I work in a middle school. Distractions are not only welcomed they are encouraged]

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Well, look who wasn't a plant anymore! And, in addition to hitting the gym to warm up having limbs again, Gladio found that being a flower gave him a bit of a sweet tooth. But instead of just waiting around and having Ignis whip something up, he decided to have a light jog around the island and swing around for a bakery pitstop.

Which meant having to decide what to get,although he felt being a plant for more than a week was as good an excuse as any to splurge on maybe a little of everything.

And in deciding that, he took a second to nod and lift a hand in greeting. "Stark. How's it going?"

"Gladio! You're back to yourself. Good. It's good to see you."

Maybe it would have been good to see him as a plant too. Stark did have a fondness for plant people.

"I'm... doing well." And he really was, lately. "And you? When did you stop being not yourself?"

Gladiolus did make for a very lovely gladiolus, too.

"Just a little bit ago," he said with a nod, then he snorted. "Just in time to completely miss my class, but Iggy had it covered for me. Feels a bit weird, having lost pretty much a whole week, but it's not like weird time stuff's all that out of my e experience. Did I miss anything interesting?"

But was he jacked as a plant, too?

"Summer stopped being a squirrel while sitting on my kitchen counter," Stark offered. "And Prompto stopped being a puppy but not with me. And the nurses said my arm ought to be fine soon?"

Maybe he could come to the gym and get swole.

"I'm not sure what else might be interesting." Gladio didn't have any interest in awkward invitations to prom, right?

If anything, with how often Ignis knocked him over, he was very sturdy and hearty!

"Oh, that's right," said Gladio, "I'd forgotten about your arm. No offense, but, you know. I was a plant. But that's great, that it's feeling better. You'll be back in fighting form in no time."

Poor Gladio. He hadn't gotten new scars this time, had he?

"You had other things to concern yourself with." Like photosynthesis! "Did Ignis make sure you got enough light, at least?"

Stark was very familiar with how much plants liked light.

"I'm not sure about fighting form. I prefer not fighting. If I can avoid it."

He did, actually! Criss-crossed over the last on, on the small of his back. He'd show it off, but they weren't at the Nest.

"A lot more than the last time, anyway," Gladio said with a snort, but, well, last time hadn't really been Ignis' fault. It was tough for a plant in a world without sun.

"And, yeah, most people feel that way, but the thing is, the better your fighting form, hopefully the less you have to fight if you do have to fight, right? And better chances of not finding yourself in a situation where you'll get injured like that again."

"I'd rather not be injured either," Stark said with a soft sigh. "I'm tired of it. Would you like to sit?"

"Yeah, sure," said Gladio, reaching out for the chair opposite of Stark to pull it out and do just that. "I haven't talked to anyone for a whole week, I could definitely use the company.

"But I'm telling you," he leaned forward a little, arm on the table, because sitting also made proseltyzing for the Gym Gods easier, too!, "building up that strength is a great way to avoid injury, too. I mean, just look at me. You've seen the scars; it'll basically take a ten-ton truck to keep me down."

"I'm happy to be company," Stark said. "Happy to talk. Or just listen if you'd rather do the talking. Even," he said with a small smile, " if it's just trying to convince me to come back to the gym."

"I have seen the scars," he agreed. "And you've seen mine."

Gladio's looked better, honestly.

"That's true," Gladio agreed, his tone a bit softer with his nod. "Maybe that just means you're tougher than you think you are. Half of this kind of thing is mental, anyway.

"Well," he amended, snorting, grinning faintly, "maybe more like twenty percent. I don't know. Never really that big on math. There's a reason I let guys like Iggy handle all the numbers stuff."

Well, that, and guys like Iggy rarely let anyone else handle the numbers stuff regardless.

"I can do numbers. If I concentrate." Stark just sometimes got lost in the details.

"But...maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea. To try and help myself to not need help later."

"Can't think of any reason why it wouldn't be a great idea," Gladio countered, grin still in place. "Unless you did too much on that arm before it's ready, anyway. That could go real bad real quick, actually."

Stark picked up one of his bunny brownies and bit off an ear.

"I still don't know," he said after chewing it thoughtfully, "how most things in the gym work. I might need a real tour. Someday."

"Well," Gladio pointed out, "I'm there most days." Even if it wasn't always explicitly posted. "Stop on in and I'll show you around the options."

He snorted.

"For real this time."

Stark ducked his head and took another bite of his bunny brownie.

"I... alright. A real tour, this time. Not that I didn't... but a real tour would be good. Useful."

Gladio grinned, just a little, at that ducked head, before he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms in front of him and giving his chin a thoughtful rub.

"We could get you started out on a treadmill," he mused. "Won't need to worry about the arm too much, and you never want to skip a good leg day, anyway. I'd offer to have you join our morning runs around the island, but those stairs can be a killer if you're not used to 'em."

"I don't think I could keep up on your runs," Stark said. "I'm not all that fast."

Usually.

"I walk around the island, often. I just don't usually run."

"You should try stepping it up a little sometime," Gladio suggested, "just to see how it goes. And, like I tell everyone, if Prompto can keep up just fine, so could you."

Forget the fact that Prompto had been a religious and dedicated jogger since before he even met Gladio, shhhh.

"I wouldn't want to be left behind," Stark said quietly. "Maybe I'll start at the gym. See what happens."

"Gym's a good place to start," Gladio agreed with a nod. "Although if you're really that slow, we'll just catch up and move you along when we lap you. I was just telling Nell the other day, I do give pretty great piggyback rides."

"I'm sure you do," Stark said.

Gladio did have such a nice broad back, after all.

"I think I'll start at the gym. For now."

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