"Safety.. yeah, of course." Edward nodded far too quickly with that, taking a pace slightly behind Tiger. "Just got a little careless is all. Dropped one hand and then it just twisted my other a little too roughly. They like a higher weight class than I think I could ever handle."<br/><br/>LA Fitness. That was the one he passed whenever he had to go into the city. He had never stepped inside, not when the frat got free use of the campus gym. His mind seemed to catch up with what Tiger was saying, the pink hue to his cheeks and sudden bashfulness spurred on from his coincidental thoughts of Tiger sans shirt. He cleared his throat and took another sip. "I-I um. I'd like that. I mean, not um, not like.." Shut up, his brain told him. Don't put your foot in your mouth too far, it screamed.<br/><br/>Dwayne had made it painfully clear they weren't in a relationship very long ago, so it wasn't like he had anyone else to share such affections with. Besides, Tiger was attractive. Too attractive to ever be interested in Edward, but that was just the poor guy's own self-esteem taking over and quelling his wildly exotic thoughts. His eyes scanned the lecture hall as they went in, his heart lamenting the same thing as Tiger.<br/><br/>"I.. I guess. We'll have to come earlier if we want better seats." Clearly, he'd anticipated another chance to sit together. Maybe it seemed too needy too quickly, but Tiger was offering him (hopefully) no strings attached comradery. It was pleasant. Edward found the next closest seat in the back, going ahead and setting up his laptop. He set it up with both hands and moved his backpack beside him with his 'injured' left one, but aside from that, he seemed to be normally settling in to class. He was more alert thanks to the coffee, setting up a blank document just to take note of anything his teacher might reference as being a test question.