Gym, morning

As there's no hangover this morning, Cameron is up early. It seems only natural that he heads down to the gym to make up for lost days. It's still empty when he gets there, the punching bag is hanging still, and he knows Aeryn won't be joining him.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-19 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I liked having someone around who was better than me. I'm not going to spar with Angel or Callisto, they're both so far out of my league it's ridiculous." Parker sighed. "Plus I just miss her, damnit. I liked having someone there to bring the deadpan." She gave the bag a harder punch, shaking her head.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-19 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"No." Parker smiles at him, and does a spin-kick. "Right. No more moping. You know she's on that carrier, or whatever, punching a bag and thinking of us. She'll be back sometime. Some day."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-19 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"You can both fly them, and I'll watch," Parker said with determination. "After she gets back."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-19 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Not on a bet." Parker grinned. "I'll leave it in your hands, Mitchell."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-19 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Parker imagined it, smiled for a second-- then shuddered. "And no air except what's in there, no food, cold cold space-- you do it!"