[ He's happy enough to hand off one of the cups, and sips at the other with a quick glance around. There's got to be somewhere to sit... ah, there, a set of steps up to one of the piece of equipment. He takes a seat on the lowest, legs folded in front of him with just a tad bit less grace and air of performance than he'd used to have. ]
Oh, perfectly fine. [ Just one death threat so far. But with a small smile: ] I've even made up with my boyfriend.
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Oh, perfectly fine. [ Just one death threat so far. But with a small smile: ] I've even made up with my boyfriend.