The Gym; Sunday Afternoon [ 09/12 ].

[not_a_mused]

It was Sunday, so, of course, Cal made sure that he didn't just stay in bed all day, tied back his hair, and went down to the gym. It didn't take much convincing that afternoon, though. Not because he'd already gotten back into the routine, but simply because he was eager to submit himself to the mindless repetition of his weight training. It might put a little bit of order into his consciousness, still whirling and spinning and feeling ready to topple over the edge after the last few days...

Like jumping into the deep end without a life preserver, but, hopefully, just setting to the sweaty task and letting adrenaline move him for a while would at least get his toes to brush the bottom.

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