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Breath. In and out, exhale as you pull. 5, 6, 7. the weight wasn't the full amount he could do, but that wasn't the point. He worked that powerline somewhere around 50 pounds, stopped and then did another set.

He had spotted the gym earlier but only now bothered to try it out. Thankfully they had some decent equipment, though not in the best condition. One of the bars of one was all bent out of shape, and he didn't know what did that. It was good to know that oddly the time spend in the pod didn't destroy all his muscles. Clyde never considered himself vein. Having been used to sleeping where he pleased, he knew that things like a place to get a bath everyday were blessing not everyone always had. But he did like to stay in shape, and occasionally test himself.

9, 10. he stopped and got up, for a moment, stripping off his shirt. His hunter jacket had been already shed and rested on a hook. The shirt was tossed somewhere beneath it.

He did know there was another person in the gym, but she was working out halfheartedly. Like someone who had shown up just because it was routine. Perhaps she just needed some time to get into it. Either way, he had not realized she was observing him. His focus was too much on what he was actually doing. He had every intend to return to his reps on the powerline when he heard the whistle.

For a moment he glanced around confused. Was there someone else in the room? No the only one here at the moment was the girl facing the mirror. The... oh she could see him. What was she? He looked at the shirt that was flung across the room and then smiled to himself.

He would pretend he hadn't noticed the whistle for now. Instead he stat back down and slowly started another set of reps. Very slowly, and watched the mirror. She could see him and now that he looked he could see her too.

See, she was getting into it now. Perhaps he had helped her, just a little. Clyde smirked to himself and continued his reps at a regular rhythm before switching it up to something else.

He would catch her when she was done. Maybe say hi. Maybe catch her phone number. He could see the scar on her face in the mirror but otherwise she looked good. He wondered how she got that. Would he be getting one like that? He would like to avoid it.

Either way he continued on before realizing he should ask for assistance on the death lift, when he was done. "Miss, when you are done there could you spot me?"

Clyde clearly trained 24/7. Not. Honestly he rarely spend more then 30 minutes at the gym. Little did Felicia know, she would be safe soon enough. Half those muscles were just good genetics, along with hours of hard labor.

"Oh? Spotting is easy. I'm just going to go for as many as I can. When I ask for help you just give me the added strength to get it back up." Clyde unlike other men he knew, did not find any shame in asking a girl for help a spot. "Though I am pretty good about stopping before I need a hand. If not I'll just do the other stuff." he had a few other things he could rep out on before being done for the day. Strength training was generally pretty short compared to Cardio. More time didn't equal more muscle.

"Well my weapon is a pair of guns." He winked and then he got himself ready and then carefully pulled the bar down, steadying it and then started to push out reps. He felt a lot more sure of himself with someone there to spot on this. Better to get this out of the way. Then he would get back to the solo stuff.

"Honestly though I just got good genetics." his hands might have spoken a different story on that with the calluses and small scars from working hard and banding stuff into them. He would have spoken more but he was busy breathing and counting... though he felt like he might need more weight... this was too easy. Not right now... he would just push out twice as many reps instead.

A pair of gauntlets sounded interesting. Though Clyde was too busy plugging away at reps to respond for a few minutes. He was more focused on breathing and getting the bar up and down.

Yeah this was a bit too easy. He wasn't even straining at all yet. He took a few more. These weights but be either really cheap or miss marked.

He pushed thought a few more. "25... 26..." he murmured quietly to himself and stopped pushing the bar up on final time at 30.

He took a few deep breaths and grinned at her. "I'll do another set in a minute so don't run away yet." he took another few breaths. "Gauntlets sound interesting, I'd like to see. Mine isn't that big, but I'm not sure size matters. It's how you use them."

Clyde stared for a long moment. It was beautiful. were all the weapons around here beautiful. all the ones he had seen just looked like they walked right out of a video game, and each was different.

A soft hissing reminded him that Vanessa considered herself to be alive, a separate entity and of course all the weapons were beautiful. But she was his. And he had her and she had him. He wondered briefly if she might be jealous of his awe over other weapons...

"They certainly are beautiful. They look like they might be difficult to maneuver though." he laid back down and took the bar into his hands preparing himself for more reps.

"I would suggest dumbbells for you. That might help with that." he took the bar down and did another set, only 25 this time. once he was done, he put the bar back up. "Thank you for the spot. I'm going to do a few more on that machine and call it a day." he hadn't been in there that long, but he honestly hadn't planned to be here over 30 minutes. Persistence over effort. You could only lay one brick at a time after all.