Robert had decided to work out late one evening at the end of his day at the hospital. He went downstairs to the gym and wasn' there long before he heard the sounds of Michael's laughter. In one of the massage rooms. Intending to purposely embarress his friend, he strode into the massage room and found Michael to be laughing at a wizarding photo of the massage therapist's children.
"Nice try, Ozzie," Michael laughed. "Do try again. I like the look of frustration in your eyes"
"Frustration? Me? If I'm frustrated, it surely is not by you," Robert said, leaning on the doorjam.
"Shut the damn door. Its cold," Michael snarled. "Why are you here and not home? Working late again?"
"I need a workout before I go home."
"Well, if its a workout you want," Michael grinned. "I can supply that."
"I am not climbing."
"Dueling practice, perhaps, then?" Michael said, his eyes lighting up.
"Now that's more like it. " Robert agreed. "I'll go book us a room for practice." He left, closing the door and went out and signed out a practice room for them.
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