"Pity," TJ countered with an exaggerated sigh. He wouldn't have minded an out all night, sleep through the day sort of life. But, that didn't seem to be in the cards.
Taking Travis' hand, he shook his head. "And it's so stable now? It started at the beginning of the month and took this long to cause the headaches in the first place. It's getting better for how long? There's no set timetable for any of this. So you can't predict it anymore than we can predict ours developing. You keep saying we're in this together. Deal with what that means. In this case, company at work for the foreseeable future."
He didn't meet his brother's gaze. A quick glance at his face was enough to see the question there and he didn't think he had any answers. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at the litany of training needs. It was on the tip of his tongue to say they wouldn't need aerobics if they just had a lot of sex. But, he was strangely reticent to push the issue in front of Doug, especially when he was already looking at TJ like he was. "Training is a full-time job in and of itself."