Who: Gus and Lucy. When: Evening. What: Gus runs into Lucy after a self-defense course. Where: Tower of Babylone Fitness, then Gus's house. Rating: PG. Status: Complete. While the week before had been an all-time low, Gus was in much better spirits this week. He hadn't missed a day at the gym, and while things seemed to be steadily worsening with Justice? Overall, he felt a lot more in charge of himself. There was less self-pity, anyway, and now that he'd gotten so much off his chest, everything just felt a little easier. He'd been keeping all that animosity about his divorce and his break-up so bottle up it had festered, and while his conversation with the bartender had gone very sour? Gus couldn't help but be glad it had happened.
And he still hadn't figured out what the hell that box of salt was for.
Ah, Marion. There were rumors all over town after he'd had that lunch with her on Saturday, of course, but he kept patiently assuring people that it was just a friendly lunch. He hadn't intended it to be, but it was clear she wasn't really his type. Gus honestly wasn't sure what his type was anymore, but he was a little more open to finding out. His kids were more important, was where he was at. That was what he was missing more than a warm bed and someone he could fart around without it being impolite.
Maybe not the last thing. Okay, definitely the last thing.
Wrapped up in his own thoughts, he almost missed Lucy coming out of her self-defense course, and he waved at her. He'd been busy with work and eating his lunches at his desk, and he knew after their little run in, it probably came off as him avoiding her. Gus wanted to set that right.
"Hey, Lucy!" he called out, stepping off his treadmill. Shaving the last ten minutes off wouldn't kill him. Gus beckoned her over once he had her attention.