Eddie Kaspbrak (hypochondriak) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-02-19 00:32:00 |
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Eddie went downstairs early, a bag slung over his shoulder as he walked through the quiet of the hotel and into the pool area. He stopped in the locker room first, changing into his swim trunks. He paused for a moment, deciding if he should leave his t-shirt on or not. Salim had been nothing but kind, endearingly so, and Eddie had no reason to believe he would be hurtful, or judgemental, but there was still that voice in the back of his mind that said he should hide the scars away. He didn’t want to be uncomfortable, or make Salim uncomfortable. He knew the scars looked rough, uncomfortable, the skin shiny and knotted in almost perfect circles just under his sternum and the middle of his back. But, in the end, he came to the conclusion that the shirt would raise just as many questions as the scars so he set it aside with the rest of his clothes. He could put it back on later if he needed to. He carried just a towel and his phone with him out into the pool area. It was still mostly dark outside, so the large space was still pretty dimly lit, the water calm and untouched. He set his things aside not far from the edge of the pool and dove in. He wanted to get most of his actual workout done before Salim was there because the compulsion to make sure he still exercised every day was one of the few he still indulged in and he didn’t want to be so focused on it that he wasn’t able to pay attention to his friend. And that’s how Salim would find him, swimming laps up and down the pool at a fast but not frantic pace, gliding through the water easily. |