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Steve "Fight Me" Rogers (_onyourleft_) wrote in timerift_log,

The gym had, at the very least, given Steve back a bit more routine in his day. Running, breakfast, lunch. Without other activities it was hard to wile away the hours. At the gym, if he wasn't taking someone through a session or even helping someone with the equipment, he could use it himself. And that was a sure way to pass hours without having to give it thought at all. He didn't have to think about why they were here, what their next step was, why his best friend had decided he could barely look at him anymore...none of it. He could just be, and right now, that was a hell of a lot easier.

Hobknob's coffee was on the way back from the gym, and he was just passing by when he saw someone who had to be one of their new arrivals. There was no mistaking her. Heather, that was her name. Given she'd said she wanted to stay out of sight, he wasn't all that surprised at the way she flinched away when someone reached for one of her wings. Stepping closer, he positioned himself strategically between her and the worried looking bystander who was already looking ready to bolt. Which didn't really lend credence to the intelligence of their idea to grab a strangers wing.

"Hi, Heather? I'm Steve. We spoke when you got here." Albiet briefly. Did you call it speaking? He'd never really figured out the right word to describe 'typed messages at each other'. He held out a hand in greeting, letting her make the call on whether to reciprocate.