the gym ; tuesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Spending time in the gym was a weekly ritual that Flick didn't really want to ignore. It gave him an outlet for a lot of his anger, got him a good workout and helped him with all the stress that seemed to be crushing him. Forgetting the gym would probably mean having a good cry or something in the bathroom and he didn't want to be the guy that did that.

Today, he didn't really have the need to viciously beat on the heavy bag. He was still punching at a quick and hard clip but nothing where he thought his knuckles would split and he'd end up sore and achy. So, there was that. There hadn't been much communication from home and, besides the confrontation with Jude, Flick's week hadn't been terrible.

So, the other shoe was sure to drop pretty soon. It always happened so Flick was taking some time to actually enjoy himself before he had to go back home and face Mandel, face Joi and face the rest of the Wolves. They were out of sight and out of mind.

For now.

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