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[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

Now Moved To: Inbox: Act II - please tag in there!

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[greatoldjohn]

Then let's focus on that first.

Maybe by the end of that, you *will* decide you want this. But you should do it because *you* want it. Because you're running towards it.

Not running away from looking inside.

[pitofguilt]

What i want right now is to be able to kick a ball around without wheezing five seconds in. That's all i've got, but i'm committed

[greatoldjohn]

Then that's where we start. Tell Franky you'd like some help with physical training but you aren't committing to anything in the future. And be clear with her on that.

The goal is a short-term one but no less appropriate. Especially because you actually *want* that.

[pitofguilt]

Cool. We have a plan. Do you want updates? Like a weekly thing?

[greatoldjohn]

Do you think it would help or just make you feel like I don't trust you to do it yourself?

[pitofguilt]

It'll keep me accountable. You can cheer me on and help me track my progress

[greatoldjohn]

Then check ins it is. You know where to find me.

[pitofguilt]

Thanks

[greatoldjohn]

Of course, Natalie.

And don't be a stranger until then, of course.

[pitofguilt]

You're my warden. I don't think it's possible for me to be a stranger. I'm in our room every day for a shower. I promise you i will not be a stranger

[greatoldjohn]

Good. I like spending time with you. I even brought some records from the library back for us to listen to. Your teenage self was less secretive about her music taste so I made a few withdrawals.

[pitofguilt]

I was more open then, yeah. It'll be nice to listen to when we're cooking

[greatoldjohn]

Did you want to make dinner for tonight as opposed to going to the dining hall? Arthur might like a home-cooked meal as well.

[pitofguilt]

God yeah. Dining hall food is fine, but come on, our food is better

[greatoldjohn]

THAT is patently obvious. And Arthur deserves a treat.

I *may* have obfuscated things about the New Years Eve party to surprise him a little.

It was worth it, though.

[pitofguilt]

Would he not have gone otherwise? Did he have a good time?

[greatoldjohn]

He did, I think. It was a little piece of home.

I know he's been missing it.

[pitofguilt]

Well, let's make him something from home. Do you know any of his favorite foods?

[greatoldjohn]

I admit I do not. But I do know he has a very sensitive sense of smell. So good-smelling things are probably a safe bet.

[pitofguilt]

Stew. I think he'd like a savory stew. Meat, potatoes, carrots, celery, spices. You can try it too. Maybe you'll get my tastebuds next time we do the while being with me thing. Or my sense of smell.

[greatoldjohn]

I think that sounds lovely.

If you're headed over, I'll pop by the library for a few more books for us to look through. I should be there when you get there, though.

[pitofguilt]

Cool. See you there

[greatoldjohn]

[ She won't, though. John isn't there when she gets there and he doesn't show up well past when they would have had to get started. ]

[pitofguilt]

[ She gives him half an hour after she gets there before contacting him. ]

Is everything okay? Where are you?

[greatoldjohn]

Sorry.

I'm with Arthur.

There has been a slight complication added to the day.

You should probably start dinner without me.