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*stubs toe jogging early* Ouch! *limps*

~~gravity defiant verse~~

*raises an eyebrow* You alright there, doc?

*looks up* Oh.. fine.. *stops, starts again still limping*

..right. *knowing grin* These morning runs are killing you, aren't they?

I don't know what you're talking about, Sheppard. *smiles over at him anyway* ..obviously they're doing me a world of good.

Obviously. *shakes his head, amused*

*takes a few more steps, stops again* That plant really hasn't been there everyday, has it?

*shrugs* You're asking Mr. Observant, you realize.

This occurs to me now, aye. *chuckles* How about a simpler question, how far do we have left?

Depends... how much longer do you think you can go?

This is really one of those 'do I walk it off' or 'go get coffee' moments in life, isn't it?

...I'm getting coffee.

*laughs, slowing to a walk and wiping his forehead on his shirt*

I think that can be arranged.

*enjoys the slower pace* Do you have a mission today?

No, just lots and lots of paperwork. *groans*

Och, aye... paperwork. *sighs* I have a bit of that to take care of myself.

*nods* I can imagine. You get more sick people than I get missions by a mile.

Generally it's your job that seems to lead to mine I'm sad to say.

True... I've been better about it lately though!

Aye, you've gone a record number of missions without needed to visit the infirmary for anything serious. I'm impressed, Colonel.