The Gym, Tuesday Morning
The last time this had happened, Ender had attempted to recluse himself - had believed he could actively hide from something like this. He'd been wrong, and his resolve with regards to Ben had nearly cracked that day. Nevermind the fact that some aphrodesiacs could as easily turn you violent as amorous.
He needed a way to channel his energy.
And so Tuesday morning found him running the treadmill obsessively, his iPod running. Listening to modern music, as well as twin files Valentine had sent him after he'd let her know about the recurrence of the singing - one familiar, one not, but both Val's voice. It calmed him, settling some of the restlessness that curled, relentlessly, in his stomach.
He'd have to keep himself exhausted all week. He was doing fine in getting there, today.
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He needed a way to channel his energy.
And so Tuesday morning found him running the treadmill obsessively, his iPod running. Listening to modern music, as well as twin files Valentine had sent him after he'd let her know about the recurrence of the singing - one familiar, one not, but both Val's voice. It calmed him, settling some of the restlessness that curled, relentlessly, in his stomach.
He'd have to keep himself exhausted all week. He was doing fine in getting there, today.
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