Gym, early evening

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He kept missing out on his morning runs lately. He knew why, but there was not much he could do about it. Deciding that wearing himself out might help, Cameron headed down to the gym. He put on the gloves and approached the punch bag, trying to remember what Aeryn had thought him, he started to hit the bag.

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Aeryn walks into the gym, heading straight to one of the machines. "You had my idea," she greets him.

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"Yo," he greets her and stops punching for a moment. "I'd offer to spar, but you'd kick my ass."

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"It would be accidental," she assures him. "Bad day or excess energy?"

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"Thanks," Cameron grins, knowing it's not true but he'll let her soothe his ego. "Bit of both?"

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Aeryn raises her eyebrows, starting a set. "What happened?" she asks cautiously.

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He rubs a gloved hand over his chest before turning turning back to punching the bag. "Your boyfriend got himself into an argument with someone at the cinema for talking during the movie."

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Aeryn stops mid-rep, letting the weights fall back into place. "An argument's not that a big deal," she says slowly.

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"Yeah, but goading on a chick in armour who looks like she can crush your skull probably isn't the smartest move." Cameron glances over at Aeryn, his pace faltering for a moment. "He's alright, though. Looked in one piece when he left, she calmed down when he agreed to shut up."

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She stares at him, knowing immediately who he has to be talking about. "He picked a fight with Tex? Is he insane?"

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"Uh, I think so." Cameron frowns, he has no clue how the overgrown tin can is called. "I missed the first part of the argument. By the time Crow came to get me, she was pretty pissed off."

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"Hey, Cam, Aeryn," Elizabeth greeted them with a smile, as she entered the gym. She looked around curiously; this was the first time she had actually been there.

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Aeryn nods from her place at the machine. "Hi, Elizabeth."

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"All cleaned up from the paint yesterday?" Elizabeth grins, placing her water bottle on the floor and moving to the rowing machine.

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Aeryn nods, making sure she's not smiling when she says, "Definitely clean."

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"Good. I'm still blaming your boyfriend for starting that paint fight," Elizabeth points out, grinning as she starts to row.

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Aeryn clears her throat. "It was a distraction from other things that were going on."

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Elizabeth blushes, and picks up her pace. "Um. Yes. The yelling.

I'm sorry you had to witness that."

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"I'm impressed you could do it," she admits.

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Elizabeth pauses and looks around, an amused look on her face. "What? The yelling?"

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"I've never heard you do that before."

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"You looked good," Cameron pipes up.

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Elizabeth shook her head, grinning. "Thanks for that, but I don't think burnt sienna, or whatever it was called, is really my color."

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Cameron looks sheepish. "I've been told that apparently it's mine."

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She giggles. "Oh? By whom?"

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"Uh, I don't know her. Just someone who bought a ticket looked very cartoony."