Gym, Sunday morning

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep is jogging on the treadmill. He's got his iPod on, but not so loud he won't notice someone coming in.


[anyone up?]

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel managed a weak smile. "Yeah, sucks to be me right now," he said. "Gotta make a choice, or she'll make it for me."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"That does suck," Shep isn't sure what else to say. "I think she's already made it for you man. If you let her start controlling who you're friends with... I don't think it's going to end there. Do you really want to start down that road?"

He didn't really want to see them break up... but he couldn't imagine letting himself in for that kind of controlling relationship, so he felt that he had to give Bel an idea of what he could be in for.

[demonbelthazor]

"And that's why I'm down here trying to kill the punching bag," Bel said. "I don't want to lose her. But...." He sighed and shrugged helplessly.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep put his weight behind the bag again. "I feel for you, man. I really do. That sucks. But all said, it might not be a thing, right? If Angel stays... I mean, then she won't have anything to bitch about, right? So, you know, don't borrow trouble." Though he's still pretty sure he wouldn't stay with someone who wanted to dictate who he could be friends with. All said, he was pretty glad he wasn't Bel that morning.

[demonbelthazor]

"Your girlfriend is on Phoebe's side," Bel said. "That's what we were talking about. But girls always back each other up, right?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"Well," Shep shrugged, "we really can't bitch. I've got your back. They'd say 'guys always stick together'."