When is this world going to start having athletic clothes in his size? He wasn't trim enough to fit into the jerseys provided even when he was a teenager himself. So the only thing he can do to dress for a workout is to shrug off his labcoat, neatly folding it up and setting it aside with his decidedly non-athletic footwear, maybe unbutton the top button or two of his shirt.

Then he starts messing around with the free weights... gosh, that weight seems awfully big for a man his age to be picking up so effortlessly. Not to the point of being Superman or anything, but it's a bit surprising. He pauses when he glances up and meets her eyes by chance, though; but before long, he gives her a friendly smile and nod.

His smile only grows further when his gaze drops to the food in her lap, though it's a nostalgic one with a far-off look in his eyes; it seems that she's reminding him of someone.