"eh, no need to call for help. i'm just a little out of shape and learning that the hard way." he grinned, hand over his chest as he had to stop his run. he'd ran a fair way and was pretty proud of himself. usually, he'd cycle everywhere but his bicycle was in for repair so he was trying something new. running? eh, maybe not his thing. matt was a doctor so he had to be fit. he had to be in good shape because he didn't stop. quite literally, and maybe that was his choice and one he didn't complain about because he loved it. it was all he ever wanted to do and he got to do it. how lucky, right? "hey i know you. guy with the dogs? sorry, i just -- i used to cycle past you on my way to work." holding out a hand. "i'm matt." @demongemz
Will had enjoyed his quiet mornings; he’d created a fair routine since moving out of the limelight and taking to teaching once again. “You sure you looked like you are one moment from killing over, forewarning, it's better to tell me now so that the ambulance has time to get here,” he smirked, taking a sip of his coffee, still staring at the other. He understood why so many people seemed to enjoy running, but he’d never been that much of a health nut to take it up as a hobby. He’d often never know what to do with that sentence of “I know you”. He'd done many things since arriving here, and he had to admit his name held a bit of weight. “Ahh, is that all I’m known for? Can’t complain, but yes, I'm the guy with the dogs, I think I've seen you once or twice around my place.” He mused, taking the other’s hand to shake. “Hello Matt, I’m Will. Is there a reason you traded in your bike for your legs?” @xtinyslip


















