Miguel looked down at the treadmill. Fifteen minutes in, and he was still running.

"You call that a workout, Diaz?"

Miguel grinned through his exhaustion as Sensei Lawrence stepped in front of the machine. Just having him around made the therapy fly by much faster. "I don't know, I think I'm breaking a bit of a sweat, don't you, Sensei?" he asked between breaths.

"Maybe I'll ask the old lady who just ran past you," retorted Johnny, but the corner of his mouth curved to show how impressed he really was. "Alright, give me ten more minutes, Diaz!"

"Yes, Sensei!"