Tom knocked lightly on Hal's bedroom door, not wanting to barge in, incase he was interrupting.

"Come in" Came the soft reply.

Tom opened the door and entered the immaculate room.

"Hey Hal. I thought that, since it's 12 o'clock and tha's when you do your press-ups, mebbie I could join you. You said I could sometime."

"Of course, I was just about to begin."

Tom walked over to where Hal was standing in the large open space in the centre of the room. He pulled his shirt off as Hal did the same.

"Firs' one t' 100 wins."

"Lets make it 200."

"150."

"Deal, what do we win?

"If you win, I 'ave t' take over yer babysitting duties for a day, if I win, you have t' clean the bogs at the café."

"Deal, but I won't lose."

They both dropped into the correct position for press-ups and began, Hal at nearly twice the speed and Tom knowing he was bound to lose.

Resigning himself to his fate of extra nappies and babyshit, he relished the stretching burn of the exercise, occaisionally glancing at Hal, he would never admit it, but he was seriously impressed.

Until something caught his eye, a fierce red mark adorning Hal's right bicep. Tom paused mid press-up.

"Hal."

Hal also stopped.

"What?"

"Wha's that on yer arm?"

"Nothing."

Tom rearranged himself into a sitting position and examined the imperfection a little more closely.

"It aint nothin', Hal, Thats a burn."

"Yes, yes it is."

"Did I do that to you?"

Hal sat cross-legged opposite Tom, waiting for his outrage.

"Yes, toxic werewolf blood."

"I'm sorreh, Hal.I didnt mean to hurt you."

"What? Aren't you going to stake me or something?"

"Why would I... oh, you 'fought you was the nemesis, didn' ya."

"The prophecy says that a man with a burnt arm will try to kill Eve."

"Yeah, but ya know i don' believe in that shit. An' anyway, it says fire in past tense and arm and you wasn't burnt by fire."

Tom watched as Hal visibly relaxed.

"Really, Annie didn't tell me that part."

"She must've forgotten."

Hal laid back on the floor and streched his arms above his head. Tom followed suit a few moments later.

"Thank you." murmered Hal

"For wha'"

"trusting me not to hurt Eve."

"Nah, It's a'right, I know you wont do nothin' to 'er. You won' admit it but you love her just as much as I do."

"Maybe, but still, thank you."

"You're welcome, Lord Harry."

"If you call me that one more time, I think I'm going to stake myself."

"Don't, i'd miss ya too much."

"I honestly think that that's the nicest thing you've said to me since I arrived."

"Yeah, well, maybe you're not such a dick'ead after all."

"And maybe neanderthals aren't so bad."

"Sorry I made you miss your press-ups."

"That's alright, maybe you could join me tomorrow instead."

"Wicked." Tom pushed himself to his feet. "Well see you later."

"Yes, goodbye Tom."

Tom left the room.