“Yeah, the LACDC is the Los Angeles Contemporary Dance Company. Needless to say, the yoga helped tremendously,” Luc smiled faintly at the memory – after all, that was where he'd initially met Nate. But the years he spent in the company were actually some of the best and worst of his life; best because he had some of the best times, and worst because it was when his mother was on her downward spiral towards her demise. But the good definitely outweighed the bad when it came to the memories of the LACDC itself.
The pot had helped settle his fraying nerves (part of him was begging for a drink to calm them more fully, but that was out of the question for the time being) more than just a little – and he turned the prospect of meditation classes over in his mind a few times. He really did need to clear his head, more than he cared to admit.
“It sounds like something I should probably try,” he admitted with a weakly abashed smile. “And, I mean, hell, what could it really hurt?” He shrugged in response to his own question (that was so obviously rhetorical, but still) and looked over at Sean briefly. “The only problem I could see with it is my schedule.. but.. I mean, I do work out of my apartment a lot – and, like, I may not always be able to duck out and make it to Newport Zen, but, well, like..” He trailed off to a slight laugh, biting his bottom lip gently before he continued. “If you were willing to do private lessons, I'd be more than happy to compensate you for your time? In some form or fashion. Financial or.. otherwise.” He motioned vaguely with one hand towards the joint passing between them, because there was no way he'd be implying any other form of payment. That was just.. absolutely not what he meant.