After Caspian's first visit to the gym, he went back again and again, glistening from sweat by the time Patty came around to get him for lunch. He quickly forgot his disappointment about not getting to go to the shooting range, and unlike his bodyguards, Patty didn't have to report his new hobbies to his mate.
The first day, Caspian had fallen fast asleep right after lunch. Now, only a few days later he felt like he could see a few changes.
Caspian walked over to the floor length mirror in the gym, the windows open to let in a rare winter sunlight. He had even dressed appropriately for his activities today.
His pale blonde hair damply stuck to his face, his chest heaving from exertion. He wore a long-sleeved compression shirt which only highlighted how slight his build was.
Caspian turned away from the mirror, chagrined. All he could really see was how wiped out he was after a short brisk walk on the treadmill.
