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Weight gain was typically a good thing, seeing as it meant more muscle mass, but Freddie was pretty certain the most recent gain wasn't at all good. He'd been eating too much, lying around moping too much, and other freaks weren't helping any. His old uniform was looking increasingly ragged, and he really needed some form of support, but his resolve on that hadn't quite broken yet. No way in hell was he going to led himself get fat, muscles were the only good thing he ever good going, now more than ever with the boobs.

But of course there had to be somebody else in the workout room... At least it wasn't horseface. He could deal with anyone body that. He didn't get a good look at Aislinn, otherwise he might have said something, instead he kept his head down and tried to slip towards one of the lat machines that were a good distance away. It was too much to hope that he could avoid conversation for very long.

"I don't need nothin'," Freddie growled. He'd set the weights for too much again, but he couldn't go back and change it while the girl was watching. He grit his teeth as he pulled the bar down. He was strong enough for it, he hadn't lost his edge... His arms were gonna feel like jelly before long.

Freddie snorted in disgust and let go of the bar. The clang of the weights hitting was enough to make even him wince. "I ain't got a brother, I ain't got a sister... S'just me."

He looked over at Aislinn, but even though he remembered her, and envied the fact that her changes didn't seem all that severe, he didn't wanted to admit that yes, he was that former security guard.

He turned to face Aislinn, unwittingly giving her an even better look at how he'd changed. "I AM that guy!" he growled. "I'm still that guy... I keep sayin'."

"The hell I am!" Freddie snapped. "Believe me, I still got what counts." He held his hands out, gesturing vaguely at the problem he had from the waist up. He'd worked himself up a bit with all that, but it was impossible to convince himself anymore that he might get to keep anything he wanted. His anger deflated with that, leaving him feeling like an ugly, fat wreck. "These don't mean nothin'... S'just a ******** up joke."

Freddie threw his hands up. "Why's everybody gotta be so goddamn smug about it, huh?!" He glared at her, though he knew that wasn't quite how things were. "I ain't hittin' women, either," he sounded as though he was reminding himself out loud more than anything. Besides, she was as good as a cripple too, which would be even worse.

"So you just go on bein' a b***h about it if you want. I know what's comin', I ain't dumb. Don't mean I wanna be reminded about it with every jackass that has to ask if I'm... Ugh, bastards."

"Yer damn right you weren't thinkin'..." Freddie muttered, sitting back down on the machine. He didn't bother taking the bar back in hand, not yet. "********' people... Think they know it all, what I deserve..." He trailed over into mumbling.

"Graveyard? What the hell're ya talking about?" Freddie was willing to believe she was just messing with him at this point.