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The trouble with two doctors dating one another is the curse of the beeper. Mindy's been with busy guys before, of course, sports lawyers and pastors and oral surgeons, but OB/GYNs seem to be at the mercy of emergencies more than just about any other speciality (who knew babies didn't care about their romantic life?) and so it's not a rarity for Danny or Mindy to be forced away from a makeout session by Mrs. Whoever's premature labor.

Now, of course, that they're actually having sex, it's even more frustrating when Danny's beeper goes off, Mindy not even bothering to beg it off because what kind of doctor would she be if she deprived a patient of proper healthcare? Still, she sighs, tossing him his clothes so he can get dressed before she leaves him at the door with a kiss, not catching Kate's figure in the hall until she's ugh-ing in her doorway about another night's plans ruined.

"Oh, hey," she says, lifting her hand into a wave and then letting it drop to fix her tousled hair. "What's up?"

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"Okay, I don't think I deserve the I-Told-You-Sos," Mindy reminds Kate. It's not like she hasn't wanted this. Not exactly, at least. She'd tried to kiss Danny on her Darrow anniversary out of some inherent need she hadn't known before, then tried to bury it deep time and time again.

Remembering the plane kiss brought it all back, but Danny remembering none of it had forced her to give up. Well, all but. "But I am very entertained at the image of that conversation between you two, so absolutely. Although I don't know how many people I was meant to be telling, at least at the start. Whatever, best friends totally don't count."

It's a rule that she's sure even her new, super private, super strict boyfriend will agree with.

"Oh my god, you can't even tell people you're dating? Like, okay, I get maybe not sharing all the details, but you have to at least be able to tell people that he's your boyfriend. That's just like, normal talk." She'd told pretty much every single person she had seen that Newt was her boyfriend the day after it had happened, but she knows she and Newt aren't exactly anything like Danny. He seems a lot more private.

"He should be telling everyone, too," she says. "He should be super proud and braggy like, all the time."

"Okay, I am allowed to tell people that we're dating," Mindy clarifies with a wave of her hand, because Danny is her boyfriend and she doesn't want to be depicting him as some sort of sociopath unintentionally. It's just that he's the type to want to keep things lowkey, probably because relationships haven't ever really worked out for him.

Or her, obviously, otherwise they wouldn't be dating now. The trail of slain dudes on the path to Danny was not without its heartache and self-doubt. "I just don't think we're, like, at the point of instagramming pictures of us making out, yet." Not that she's sure Danny will be at that point, but it's so happening. "It's fine, we're fine, he probably talks about me at the gym constantly."

"He has gym friends? Like, engages in legit locker room talk?" Kate asks, more curious than anything. She doesn't go to the gym and neither does Newt and before Newt all her boyfriends lived on an island, where people got exercise just because they had to. Because the nearest public area was about a hundred miles away.

The idea of actual locker room talk fascinates her.

"Do they really hang out all naked and shit?" she asks. "Can we go spy on men in a locker room? It seems like some weird counterculture and I want to know more."

"You want to spy on naked locker room talk?" Mindy echoes, brow lifting a little. She's not opposed to the idea and she might have attempted similar things in college, who even remembers, but the practicality of it is a little much to think about right now. Especially when one of said naked men is her boyfriend. "He has, like, three gyms. I think that there's a different culture at each of them."

The boxing gym he'd taken her to when she was trying to tone herself for Cliff's hot tub, for example, had the culture of a place where only a Batman villain could survive. Creepy and hot as hell, all at once. She's still always going to be a little disappointed that Tom Hardy-As-Bane never turned up, even if she had a boyfriend at the time.

"Mostly just the talk part," she says, because Newt is one hundred thousand percent the only naked guy she needs to see. "The stereotypes have to at least be partly true, right? About the shit they talk about? I just want to see it for myself. Just one."

And since Newt definitely doesn't have a gym, she's going to have to rely on Mindy's boyfriend and his three gyms. "Why three? Why would gyms have different cultures? God, gyms are weird, no wonder I don't go to them."

"Well, there's the regular gym, and then there's the boxing gym," Mindy starts, then stops as she catches herself, a little horrified. Oh, no. "Dammit, that weirdo is rubbing off on me."

She'll need to eat an ice cream cake or something to make up for it.

"We can totally stalk a locker room if you want, though," she adds, starting to get a little entertained at the thought. "I think it's kind of lowkey illegal, though. But that's all relative, right?"

"I've been almost arrested enough in Darrow, so maybe that's actually not the best idea," Kate admits, wrinkling her nose slightly. "There's this one officer who totally has it out for me and if he found me doing something actually illegal, I'm pretty sure he'd try to put me in jail for as long as possible."

And Kate really doesn't want to go to jail. She's not sure what the sentence would be for looking at men in a locker room and she can't imagine it's that long, but she still doesn't want to be in jail for any length of time. It just doesn't seem like it would be much fun.