fandomtownies | The Beach; Late Friday Morning.

A.J. had been out on a jog that morning, mostly because it was becoming a habit and it helped work out the urge to just brood at the spot on his wall in his room. Fresh air did him good, and everything, and he could probably stand to bulk up a bit more, based on his incredible fighting skills that he got to display the other day. And, yes, his black eye was still hanging around, although the swelling had gone down nicely.

As it was, he looped around to the beach again and took in a deep breath. His whole course twice. Time to sit down and take a break. Maybe even do that whole sit and reflect thing while looking at the ocean and not even talking to yourself. Or just trying to remember how to breathe. Breathing was good. Jogging was hard...

And, after a while and a lot more thinking, he pulled his phone out of his pocket (shut up, he'd gone and gotten one of those nifty new ones that could fit nicely in his pocket and didn't cost an arm and a leg) and made a call.

[[ open, yes. ]]