Office Hours, Friday, 7/24

Tyler was one twitchy bastard when he went to work today. He twitched through some paperwork and he twitched through answering his email and he twitched through watching crap on YouTube as a form of lesson planning. He'd been running on workouts and caffeine all week; sitting still at a desk wasn't working out for him, but he'd do it because -- because he was a teacher and it was his job.

It was weird, for a guy who started beating people up for catharsis, how unsettled he could be by losing his temper with one student.

He went to refill his travel mug of coffee for the 18th time rather than think about that.

The office door was open.

Atlas Gym, Friday Evening, 7/24

The thing about the gym staff was, they really weren't too bright about things like making you give your keys back when you quit. That went double if you kept staying past the time the gym closed anyhow. As long as he didn't expect to get paid, Tyler could pretty much come and go as he pleased.

He'd been taking advantage of that a lot this week. Tonight, he was going to stay late and put in a couple more weight circuits ... just as soon as he'd watched David & David Have Problems all the way through while lying on a couch in a disused office.

Hey, it made him laugh.

[OOC: For one.]