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Sleep is where Mike is a Viking.
It's where he's safe and sound and comfortable and warm.
He's nearly buried under a pile of pillows, his favorite way to sleep now that he's sleeping alone.

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By this point Mike has his shoes on, is wearing bright orange swim trunks, and a Batman T-shirt. His hair is entirely flat on one side, and there's some crusted drool by the corner of his mouth.

In short: He looks like a wet hot mess in June.
A wet hot mess in June with his hand on the doorknob of the front door to the suite.

He looks like a hunted man, mostly because...he is.

Oh Mike.

It is only going to get worse.

But at least X is oblivious to the fashion faux pas.

"We will start with basics. For endurance."

Beat.

"Breakfast will come later."

And he had better not ask for coffee.

"Define basics."

"Outside."

"Outside of what?"

"Outside of the bar."

She keeps watching him, unblinking.

"Demonstrations are more effective."

Edited 2012-08-01 01:01 (UTC)

"There's no way I can talk you out of this, is there."

"The more you try," X offers, after a long moment of silent, unblinking regard, "the less funny you will find it."

Beat.

"I am very good at that. Now go. It will be over sooner, that way."

For a given value of 'sooner'.

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