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Atlas Gym; Tuesday [10/10].

There was a gremlin on one of the treadmills that morning that was really hitting it pretty hard, and, after an hour or so, Gladio's natural inclination to be impressed with the little guy's dedication and constitution had started to fade into some genuine concern, which was a good thing, too, because that was how they discovered that the treadmill that gremlin had been using was broken and had been stuck at maximum speed and wouldn't even turn off until unplugged.

Which was why the gremlin was going to need some time lying down on the mats to catch his breath and regret all of his life decisions for a while once they managed to get the thing stopped, placed the OUT OF ORDER sign on it, and Gladio added calling the tech in to have a look at it later.

And then that just left everyone with the question of why the gremlin didn't just get off the treadmill and a debate about whether or not that kind of dedication was admirable, stupid, or some combination of both.

Atlas is open!

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Nell came in very cheerfully. "Morning, Gladio."

Now what could have possibly have happened to have left Nell in such a good mood today? Hmmm, definitely a mystery. "Morning, Nell," Gladio greeted back with a pleased grin, because, hey, you loved to see that kind of clear enthusiasm for hitting the gym and working out, right? "How's it going?"

Nothing she could think of off-hand.

"So far so good," Nell said with a grin. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

Definitely the coming workout that was making her so cheerful.

"Good day for a good workout," said Gladio, as if every day, in his opinion, wasn't already a good day for a good workout. He flashed her another grin right back. "What's on the agenda for today, do you think?"

Oh, she was so tempted to suggest sparring so she'd have an excuse for them to have their hands on each other, but she was afraid that might quickly turn to something not quite appropriate for Gladio's work environment.

"Forms," she said after a moment. "And maybe some yoga after to cool down? You could join me if you wanted."

Look, he was a consummate professional over here, okay?

"I could probably go for a little work on some forms," Gladio decided, without even needing to thin about it. "Though if the tech shows up for the treadmills, I'll have to break to get that straightened out."

"Well, of course," Nell said. "No one wants death by treadmill.That would be just terrible."

"Not to mention," Gladio grunted, faintly amused, though he had to shake his head a little at what that poor gremlin probably went through, "it'd make our insurance rates just skyrocket..."

"And the paperwork," Nell said, "Just imagine the paperwork you'd have to fill out!"

Gladio shook his head. "That's what I've got employees for, though, right?"

Once upon a time, that honor would just have been handed over to Ignis, but now he had gym minions.

"Mmmm.... but if they do it wrong, then that means more paperwork and redoing the old, and..." she shook her head sadly. "So much extra work."

"What makes you think," Gladio pointed out with a laugh, "I'd get it right the first time?"

"I have faith in you," she said. "When things are important to you, you take great care."

No joking at all this time.

Gladio looked like he was opening his mouth to argue, made a small, disgruntled sound, and then closed his mouth again with a shake of her head.

"Yeah, okay, fine," he acquiesced, giving her a small, appreciative kind of smile. "You do got me there.

Nell grinned and after a a quick glance around she went up on tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. "One point for me."

Look, Summer did not invest in a whole month's worth of cute Halloween-themed gym clothes to just not show up at the gym to put them to use just because one of her best friend's life got drained from him when he accidentally tried to usher someone into the Great Beyond. Besides, she had not been eating well at all this last week, and she had some major gains to pursue to make up for it.

So she was there, she was looking cute, and she was hitting some weights before discovering that whatever was wrong with the treadmills might be spreading, because hers would eventually need to be unplugged, too.

"Ohmygod," she realized, "what if they're, like, possessed?"

Sure, it was probably just a electric error in the machinery, but, like, also, this island/i>, soooo....

Overhearing that, Gladio was just going to give Summer a little bit of look, the kind that suggested she only had herself to blame for what was about to happen, and then shook his head.

"Pretty sure," he said, because, let's face it, he had to, "that's not the kind of exorcising I expected to have in my gym this week..."

Stark wasn't sure he ought to be at the gym but he thought it was better than sitting alone with his thoughts so he showed up anyway.

"Morning, Gladio. Can you think of something... easy for me to do today?"

The possessed treadmills, for example, seemed like a very bad idea.

Gladio had been kind of wondering, actually, if he'd see Stark that Tuesday, and he had to admitted, he'd been leaning pretty hard toward no. So it was a bit of a surprise to see him, and he was honestly a little torn between respecting the dedication and thinking it was a terrible idea. So he was eying him a little skeptically as he considered.

"Definitely something light," he said. "Small weights or...well, I'd suggest a light treadmill session, but they've been acting up today. Rowers can be low key, easy to pace...you think you're feeling up to it?"

"I don't know," Stark admitted. "I'm... I'm tired, still."

Tired wasn't enough of a word but it would work for now.

"I thought it might be better to try and do something though, instead of just sitting."

"Just don't push yourself too hard," Gladio said, a phrase that would have had Prompto probably thinking he was probably Ardyn in disguise again if he heard it, but, well, non-bros got a pass, "but you're right, even just something like a good walk'll set you on the path to slowly getting better, I'm sure."

"I walked over here," Stark said. Which wasn't that far but it was farther than he'd gone the last few days combined.

"Slowly. I could try the rowing. I'll stop. If I need to."

Or if someone started yelling at him about it.

Or someone just plucked him up and removed him from danger again. Gladio eyed Stark in a way that suggested he would be taking note of how things went in case he needed to do exactly that, but he nodded. "Good," he said. "And if that doesn't work, try something else."

Why not both? Summer could yell and then Gladio could pick Stark up and move him onto a yoga mat for a nap.

"I don't want to make things worse," Stark told him as he turned slowly in the direction of the rowing machines.

Overall, Gladio felt the less yelling, the better, and that went especially true if it was Summer doing the yelling. Granted, he had never been the focus of her yelling before, that he could recall, but he had to imagine she didn't mess around when it came to yelling if she had the right motivation under her feet.

"Yeah," he agreed, "worse is definitely something you're gonna want to avoid."

Worse would definitely inspiring yelling. And a lot of hands thrown up in the air.

"I try not to make things worse whenever possible," Stark said quietly.

Not that he'd been obsessing over having made something worse this weekend or anything. Obviously.

"So I'll be careful and I'll be slow and I'll make sure I drink water."

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