Krem noticed before the mall security got reports of a strange man pressed against the glass of the gym, but when he did, he kind of blinked, the music still playing over his headphones, and he had kept running before he realized exactly who was staring at him and he just stopped. Time seemed to stop with him as he stared at JW with his nose pressed to the glass, and it seemed like forever, at least until he was suddenly thrown backward by the still moving tread.

He probably had looked like a moron, those eyes of his the size of plates as he'd stared back at JW, a little surprised, and then suddenly there was no ground beneath his feet, just air, and getting thrown back to the floor, landing on his ass and thankfully not hitting his head on the equipment behind him. His face was red, though with all the running and sweating, it was hard to tell that it was a blush, thankfully.

Excuse him as he rubs at his ass and sits up, he's...he'll be a minute unless JW wants to come in and kiss it all better. Or laugh at him, one of the two.