The Camp Gym; Wednesday After Classes.

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So, as it was, Cal had told himself that he was going to cut back, take it easy, quit the workout thing for a few days so that he wasn't constantly feeling as if someone had been pulling on his limbs like taffy, but...

There he was again, drifting into the gym and intent of killing an hour with weights. He rationalized this with himself in three ways: one, he had at least changed up the timing. People up early enough to be there in the morning were clearly motivated people, so they would do things like workout. By late afternoon, people were usually too lazy or busy, so he might have some quiet time. Secondly, he worked tomorrow. He knew he wouldn't be working out if he had work and an audition for that play thing to go to.

The third reason was simple. Explosing-shooting Santa Clauses demanded a little sweat and iron and regularity just to clear his head a bit.

Seriously.


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After her tense encounter with Cal yesterday, Cass had decided to skip her morning gym time and come in in the afternoon instead.

She stepped in and looked around. When she spotted Cal she froze, and began to back out of the room, hoping he hadn't noticed her yet.

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If there had been a desk anywhere near the weight benches, Cal's head would have hit it. Great. Just great. Of course he noticed Cassandra coming in, and, of course, he noticed the irony in the fact that his shift in schedule to potentially avoid the morning crowd only left the person he wanted to avoid the most to come in. Fate and Irony, such close and frequent bedmates!

However, while he noticed, he, for the most part, pretended not to have, trying to dump every ounce of his attention (save for just a sliver spared to keep tabs on what she was doing) into his workout.

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She noticed his noticing, and that meant it was going to be impossible to sneak out as if nothing had happened.

"Um... sorry," she said softly. "I'll... um... come back later."

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"Never said you had to," Cal muttered back between a grunt and a deep exhale. And he didn't, not even in his body language. He didn't think he did, anyway, and he liked to think he had a bit more control over what he said with his body than that. He'd only said he was uncomfortable, and that wasn't her problem, it was his.

Mostly.

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Cassandra shook her head. "It's okay. I... don't like making you uncomfortable." It was true too. It wasn't even a problem for her to come back later, and it was better than seeing him tense because she was around.

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Therein lied the problem; Cal was always uncomfortable.

But it wasn't like he was going to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. If she really wanted to just leave him alone, he wasn't going to turn down the offer. He shrugged, pooling the majority of his attention into his work again. "Whatever."

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She nodded once and turned to walk out, pausing only long enough to toss, "Have fun," over her shoulder.

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"Thanks," Cal muttered darkly under his breath, which really seemed to serve no purpose as he'd held it off until Cassandra had left, "I will."