the gym; saturday morning

[flickofthewrist]

Flick hadn't been in the gym much since the last time. There'd been a lot going on that had mentally and physically stressed him so the gym had been a second or third thought. Plus, he had some issues from the last time he'd been in the gym.

But, things seemed to be settling now so he was back. He didn't know why he was here, really, but he figured an early morning round with the heavy bag couldn't hurt. For one of the first times since he'd been on the island, he pulled on a pair of gloves and started a quick pace of jabbing and swinging at the heavy bag. He worked without stopping, building up a good sweat before moving his blows into something a little more powerful, something sharper.

He was falling right back into what he knew despite what had happened last time. Hard to stop muscle memory.

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[flickofthewrist]

"Sure," he said, nodding. "Yeah, that'd be good."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle almost thanked him. She just really wanted to take him somewhere outside the gym and try and make his morning a little better.

"My treat," she said. "No objections."

[flickofthewrist]

"Lead the way," he chuckled, gesturing towards the door of the gym. "I won't object."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle took his hand. Yes, the hand he'd gestured with. She laced her fingers with his, and gave his hand a squeeze.

And then she led the way.