Atlas Gym | Thursday

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Even if the sofa in the manager's office wasn't entirely comfortable, the blissful silence in the room had been welcome after the constant music plaguing Dimitri's apartment. He cracked his back and headed out into the gym for his workout only to find Jessi faceplanted on a pile of mats, looking something like the princess who slept on the pea.

Seeing as she was breathing, drooling, and seeming almost...peaceful in a strangely boneless way, Dimitri draped a couple towels over her before moving on to the weight machines. It was potentially too kind of a gesture, but he figured he could always blame it on someone else if Jessi tried to make it weird.

For once, Dimitri skipped turning on the overhead music, allowing the quiet sounds of weights swishing and connecting to echo through the main room.