if i think i can figure things out, is that curiosity or arrogance?

"No jet packs," Tony said firmly. They didn't even work well. He took that moment to take off his hoodie, tying it around his waist so that he could run without feeling overheated anymore.

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"You--" Billy started, before any coherent thoughts went away as he looked at Tony. "Um. You might get hurt."

He was totally talking to Topher, even if he couldn't get his eyes off of Tony.

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Topher was too busy staring. Like, staring a lot.

After about two minutes it occured to him that he'd been addressed.

"Uh," he said dazedly. "Sure. Yuh-huh."

He had no idea what he was saying.

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"You guys good to go?" Possibly not the best thing to say.

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Billy coughed for a moment, and then nodded, tugging his shirt down a little again. "I, uh...yeah, sure," he said weakly. Maybe he'd be less distracted while he was running?

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Topher continued to stare. He didn't budge.

"Yuh-huh," he said again, dreamily.

It was possible that he needed to be pinched or something.

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"Come on then!" Tony replied, jerking his head in the direction of the dorms. "Last one there buys breakfast!"

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Billy watched Tony for a moment, because he just couldn't look away, and then reached over to try to grab Topher's hand to get his attention which, in retrospect, might not have been the wisest idea.

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Topher's eyes went huge as he took in that unexpected contact, and for a moment he was seriously wondering if he was going to pass out.

But then he didn't. Yay!

"Why are you guys doing this to me?" he moaned as he set off at a jog.

No. He didn't mean the running.

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"It's good for you!" Tony called back with a laugh. "Get your stamina up!"

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Billy just could not process the word "stamina" today without getting more warm, and, well, if he didn't take off his hoodie now, he was going to pass out before they made it back to the dorms. He tried to keep up with Tony and tie the hoodie around his waist at the same time. "I'm not trying to do anything, I promise. Just run."

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"'Kay," Topher squeaked. He kept jogging, looking anywhere but at Billy and Tony.

That pretty much meant watching his feet. At least he probably wouldn't trip that way?

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Tony slowed enough to let the pair keep up with him, checking to make sure someone wasn't going to fall. "You'll get the hang of this in no time," he told Topher, nearly bumping into Billy as his focus drifted elsewhere for a moment.

Weird.

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Billy made a very embarrassing noise as he nearly collided with Tony, and tried not to touch him. "Yeah. Um. What he said." Look, coherency was just not an option at this point.

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"You guys," Topher managed finally, in possibly the most strained voice ever heard, "could you put shirts on?"

Please?

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"You're not hot?" IT WAS HOT, TOPHER. HOT.

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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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