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[goddamngrenades]

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[goddamngrenades]

"Probably. I don't really- I don't want to for another day or so. I wanna level out first." He's still all unsettled. "I think you could probably use the time too."

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"...I didn't mean do it right now. Neither of us are on solid ground yet. Not really. Do you want me away?"

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"Yes? No. I don't know."

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The answer doesn't upset him. It actually...makes him laugh, starting at a low chuckle but building up from there. He claps York on the shoulder lightly. "Yes, okay, I understand the confusion going on. That was probably a rather stupid question to ask."

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He's laughing. Why is he laughing. What is going on what did he say what the FUCK- the hand on his shoulder helps him wind down a little, blinking over at Malcolm. "Maybe a little stupid."

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The whole thing is stupid. Why is he even upset? Why were they even getting upset at each other? "I won't leave unless you need me to. We can be adults about this and be in the same room without anything blowing up." Or getting steamy. "I'm not upset with you, and I'm sorry if I gave off that idea."

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He tips forward, leaning into Malcolm. Needing that grounding for the moment. "...sorry."

He is kind of fucked up. This won't be easy under normal circumstances and- well. This ain't exactly normal.

[tactical_alert]

"No. I'm sorry. Or we can both be sorry." Maybe it's a mood swing that's got him smiling. He can't rightly tell, now, can he? His pitches his voice lower, quieter, for just them. "We won't be sparring, but are you still going to want to jump me if all I'm doing is working out by my lonesome?"

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"Maaaaaybe?" He tips his head up to blink at Mal, all wide eyed innocence. "You're kind of sexy."

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"Only kind of? Ohhh, Mister Murray. I think we both know that's not quite the case."

He should go kick the shit out of that bag some more. Yes. Kicking and punching and flexing and moving. Mostly his moves this time, hopefully. Sounds like a great plan.

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"...notfair." Using that voice. Wandering off and- showing off. Not fair at ALL. Malcolm knows exactly how attractive he is to York and- okay. No jumping. None. Not gonna do it, nope.

Fuck.

Okay he can just- strip off his shirt and go back to lifting. He can do that. Will do that.

[tactical_alert]

Showing off those muscles? York, you're sure you want to play this game? Because he'll play, and he'll play to win. Like he always does.

(Or like...she...always does? Hm. He'll sort that out later.)

What about being adults about this? Surely if you're too hot and bothered, one can go take a quick cool shower. Feeling up for a bonerkilling shower yet, York?

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Not too hot and bothered yet, nope. Gonna- go through his stretches. Yeah. Settle up on a mat and start going through his yoga poses, twisting and contorting little by little.

[tactical_alert]

You, sir, are a shit. No, he is not hitting the bag any harder than usual. That's just how hard he normally hits. There is not to be any jumping today, not in that way. He'll stick to his guns.

[goddamngrenades]

Stretching and twisting and holding his yoga poses, grinning a little when Mal starts hitting the bag harder than usual. Apparently flexibility did it for him.

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Malcolm is plenty flexible himself. Just...not going to start stretching now or do any bloody gymnastics. "Having fun over there?"

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"Mhmm." He twists out of a trifold and goes back into a handstand, braced on his forearms. "It's a good core workout."

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"I'm going to come over there and kick you over in a second."

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"What? That's not very nice, I'm just trying to exercise."

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"You're trying to start something." Fine. Break time. Let him just be over here, closer to you, sweaty and with his head back and neck exposed guzzling down some water he may or may not let some splash down his front.

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Braced like this it's easier for him to ignore the distraction presented by a slick, sexy Malcolm. It's also easy to bend and bend and bend until he's arched into a bridge, feet flat against the floor, abdomen taut with the effort.

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You know what else is easy? Spilling some water on York in a pose like that.

It's cold, bro.

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"Sonovabitch!" He jerks, hard, but he doesn't lose the posture, glaring up at Malcolm from where he's bent. "The hell was that for?"

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"You looked like you needed cooling down." Mmhm. He was totally helping, see? "I'll be on a bike if you need me." Over there, you know, way over thataway.

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"You're an ass." With a very nice ass.