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The Gym; Late Wednesday Morning.

Rubbing his face a little thanks to the regular sleep still eluding him, Cal made it down to the gym later than usual for having slept in a bit. He would have slept in longer, but he told himself firmly that he couldn't let those few days of late night writing throw his routine all out of order. He dragged himself there reluctantly, making a slow and lazy job of stretching, and then warming up on the treadmill, hoping to get the movement and the adrenaline and the repeatative, mindless activity going through his body, to wake up his brain, and get back into the swing of things.

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Jaina really needed to get back here more lately, nevermind that she was sure she'd be making up for it during all the trips home. Still, she was glad to see Cal already in there. "Hey," she greeted him, heading bagward.

[Have to go back to work soon but omg it's been forever.]

"Hey," Cal, still at a slow but brisk jog on the treadmill, cocked his chin up at Jaina and grinned a little, wiping the sweaty hair clinging to his forehead away with the back of his hand. "It worries me that this feels somewhat new and different all of a sudden."

"Me too," she agreed. "Tell me you've at least been here more than me or my world may collapse."

Cal's head bobbed a little bit with a slow breath let out, trying to keep it steady as he introduced talking into the whole thing. "I have. Don't worry. Last week was a little shaky, but I have both my workshops on Friday, thus giving me the whole week to do this crap."

Jaina let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I was worried. Was it at least a good week?"

"Last week?" Cal asked. "Not really. They've been...really up and down for me, to be honest. Last week bad, this one not so bad. Would be better if my sleep schedule wasn't so messed up now."

"Sounds about like me," she admitted, turning towards the bag to give it an experimental punch. "Why's it messed up?"

"I keep finding myself up all night writing," Cal said after a moment, in a distant sort of tone that made it clear that this fact boggled him utterly and completely. "Oh, it's real great. I make time during the day specifically for my writing, sit at my desk and....nothing. Nada. Zilch. And then when I try to get some sleep? Suddenly, I'm chained to my typewriter, puking out pages..."

"Hey, inspiration strikes whenever it damn well pleases," Jaina said with a little smile. "At least you're writing. Good thing."

"...Yeah," Cal said, a little quietly, barely over the sound of his feet slapping on the treadmill as he jogged. "I guess so..."

"What?" she asked, stepping into a harder punch this time, trying to find a good pace.

"I don't know," Cal admitted with a frown. "I mean, it's not like it's anything I would even show anyone." For multiple reasons. And except Amber, but...

"So I don't know if it even counts."

"If you're staying up all night doing it, it counts," Jaina said simply.

Cal jogged a little bit in silence as he thought this out.

"Okay," he said. "Then I'm not sure if it's actually productive."

Not really taking her time in deciding how to hit the bag, she was more just having fun with it for once. "There's still an end product," she pointed out. "Whether you show anyone or not." John would be so proud, she actually sounded optimistic.

And he was showing someone. It was also intended to be a very important means to an end, but Cal wasn't even sure he really wanted that end to be reached. The whole thing could just be a big, giant mistake, and...then what?

"I guess so," he agreed lightly, after another long and considering pause.

"Look, just accept my word as gold and you'll be a lot happier," she said lightly.

"So..." Cal prefaced his next statement with a light, sardonic grin, "just lie to myself."

"Sure. Keep telling yourself that," she grinned.

[Niiight!]

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