Wanna get Gyros?

The decision of Patroclus starting to workout was made based on a self-conscious pitty.  Growing up, Patroclus had always been lanky. Slim and boney with knobby knees and a collar bone that stuck out. It wasn't something Patroclus had never been self-conscious about until recently though.

Despite the injuries, he attained from his weak frame, lack of coordination and lack of any physical sportsman qualities, Patroclus has been pretty stoic about his appearance his whole life.  He never received any attention growing up or even currently, so he was neither liked or disliked. No one made himself conscious or confident.

But it was when he hit 22 and watched Captain America with his best friend that he ever felt self-conscious.

"You're like Pre-Serum Steve." Briseis laughed so hard her diet 7-up slit on her jeans.

Patroclus gave one huff of laughter and rolled his eyes. But Briseis kept on laughing.

"Oh my god, oh my god' She wheezed, slapping her knee in an over-dramatic display of laughter.
"Like, literally Pat." She wiped the spilt soda from her jeans and hand still laughing.

"Yeah and you laugh like the joker Bri." He retorted, self consciously wrapping his arms around his soft flat stomach and imitating the Jokers high pitched villainous cackle.

This only caused Briseis to laugh even louder. A slight pink blush crept up on Patroclus' tanned skin as he considered his physic.

While the movie ended and Briseis recluded to her phone, aimlessly scrolling on Instagram and showing Patroclus her new favourite model of the month, Patroclus' slowly spiralled in his thoughts on his body.

"Look at this one Pat, isn't he just the sexist." Briseis gushed over the model. She held her phone screen to Patroclus' face.

The model was truly godlike. He was tanned and had long golden hair tied back in a man bun.
"Why do all the hot ones have to have a man bun." He pointed out. "Do you think that makes them hotter Bri?"

"Oh yeah."  Just when Briseis was about to take her phone away, Patroclus protested and asked to look through his account.

"Just follow him on your phone." She whined not wanting to stop her social media stalking.
"Mine is dead and you could use a break from the phone Bri, look at the world around you. The real world Bri" Patroclus gave a fake look of sympathy as he places his free hand on her shoulder in a mock supportive tone.

Briseis laughed and knocked off his hand, standing from the sofa to open the window and air out the stuffy dorm room which the friends had been cooped up in all afternoon.

The sun lighted up the room and Patroclus walked over to the small bed to lay on his back to better stalk the overly attractive model and not have the picture obscured from the sun.

Patroclus scrolled through the images. The model man was built like a sexy Viking. Patroclus though the metaphor was so accurate and clever that he shared it with Briseis.

"Like a sexy Viking, he's a sexy Viking." He said a-loud to Briseis who was cleaning up the tv area.

As Briseis shook out and folded the throw blanket she scoffed. "More like greek god Pat, he's one of us." She tossed the blanket over the sofa.

"What do you mean, is he greek?" Patroclus peeked up from looking at a particularly steaming picture of Mr.Model shirtless in a tiny speedo at a spring break party. Patroclus twisted awkwardly angling his head to look at his friend.

Briseis was bent over picking up the discarded Starbucks cups from earlier.
"Yeah check his profile he's from Phthia." She called from under the couch.