The Grounds Outside The Dorms, Monday Morning

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In retrospect, deciding to go running with Tony and Billy today was not really a plan worthy of Topher's 'genius' title.

Point the first: Topher sucked at running. He was terrible at it. Just really, really bad. So there was a lot of panting and doubling over with his hands on his knees going on.

Point the second: Tony. Running. Unf.

And point the third: Billy too.

Topher was pretty sure he was going to die.

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"It's too warm. I'll put it back on at the dorm," Billy said, focusing on the ground.

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Topher whimpered.

Then he abruptly stopped running, yanked his shirt over his head, momentarily flailed about awkwardly for something to do with it, and tossed it on the ground. "Okay," he gasped. "Better."

Look, it just wasn't fair, you guys? It just. Was not. Fair.

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"...you dropped your shirt," Tony pointed out. Helpfully.

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Billy would have said something, but he looked back at Topher and proceeded to stumble and trip. "Ow," he said, wondering if the ground could maybe swallow him up while he was down here.

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"Are you okay!?"

Billy, normally Topher was the one who got injured while hanging out with you, okay.

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"Whoa now!" Tony said, crouching down to help Billy back onto his feet.

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"I'm fine!!" Billy said quickly, scrambling to get up before he became noticeably uncomfortable. "Really! I swear!"

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"'Kay!" Topher said, grateful for the opportunity to spring back. "'Cause. Being fine is, uh. Good! And stuff."

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"Oh...kay," Tony replied slowly, standing back up. "Maybe we should head back?"

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"I think maybe that's a good idea," Billy said, brushing himself off and staring back at the ground. Clearly, that was going to be the only way he'd make it back safely.

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"Adishpagisdhpg," Topher whimpered. "Is anyone else having a really hard time with this?"

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"You get used to it," Tony replied sympathetically, totally not getting what he was talking about.

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"We'll try again some other time," Billy assured him. Maybe when there was a blizzard, or he'd magically gone blind or something.

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Hmm. Apparently not.

"'Kay," Topher squeaked. "And, uh. I'll manage it then. Yeah." Because maybe Tony and Billy would be less incredibly fucking hot then, for god's sake.

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"Okay," Tony said slowly. "I'm going to go work on stuff at the lab if you guys feel better."

Yes. Watch Tony do science. With his arms all bare and flexed.

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"Do you want some company?" Billy asked. Hello, potential flexing of arms. He might have been going crazy, but he wasn't stupid.

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Topher was torn. Tony was very, very hot while sciencing, and also just in general, and Billy was also pretty hot today as well, but he also didn't really want to blow anything up, which seemed kind of possible in his current state. So, despite knowing how uncharacteristic it had to seem, he was forced to decline.

"Um," he said, shifting a little. "I'm just gonna -- yeah." He pointed vaguely toward the dorms. "But, uh. See you guys!"

And then he fled.

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"Think he'll be okay?" Tony asked after an odd moment spent watching him flee. A very, very odd moment where eyes went to strange places.

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Billy watched Topher too, turning a little red when he noticed how low his focus was on Topher's fleeing backside. "I think so. At least he's running?"

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There was that...

"Lab?"