fandomhighdorms | The Gym; Sunday Afternoon.

Depending quite a lot on the repetition of normalcy, especially in light of feeling emotionally flayed and split and gutted like a fish, Cal wouldn't imagine being anywhere else right now that in the gym, behind a weight machine, losing himself in the dull repetitive tasks of his weightlifting. Work something other than his heart and his brain for a few good hours, exertion pouring out sweat instead of tears.

If anything, it was just a good way to kill off a few hours.

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