Dorms Gym - Tuesday Morning

[notlikebobby]

The details of the weekend were fresh in Jack's mind. The details of his life as this older guy, a politician, were hazy. Every time he tried to think about the faces and names and details he'd known on the weekend, they slipped away. He'd spent yesterday trying to write everything down. The result was four and a half pages of snatches of memories

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[notlikejack]

Bobby didn't know what to do with this weekend. It wasn't that any of it was bad - just weird.

He wandered into the gym in search of Jack because that was what Bobby did when he didn't know what to do with things (and of everything that happened this weekend, he was kind of most glad that the older him still had the same instinct). Sinking down onto one of the weight benches, Bobby watched the pull up session with interest. "Bet you can't do thirty," he offered finally.

[notlikebobby]

Jack had long given up being surprised to see Bobby show up when he didn't expect him. "Probably not," Jack replied. His legs were crossed at the ankle, barely dangling off the ground when he lowered himself. "Eleven."

[notlikejack]

"Don't you think you should be able to?" he asked. "Thirty isn't that many."

[notlikebobby]

"Thirteen." Jack's shoulders were burning already because his form wasn't exactly right. His arms were fatiguing, as expected, and he knew that anything past twenty was lucky. "Says you."