Noah was fairly certain that he had spent the last couple of weeks running, doing little else other than running. And man if it didn't seem to be doing what he wanted it to be doing. It wasn't about exercising or making any part of him more fit (the whole were thing helped to take care of that more than he ever thought it would) rather he was hoping that it would clear his mind and settle his thoughts. It didn't seem to be actually accomplishing that though. Only brief moments of respite while his feet pounded against the ground, but the moment he stopped... they all started right back up again.
Damn.
It didn't seem to matter though, he was out on the trails again. Noah had tucked his shirt into the waist band of his shorts around mile 3. At this point he wasn't even feeling the burn like he used to in his human days. That could be a royal pain in the ass when one wanted to tire themselves out enough to sleep well. There was a damn drawback to the whole supernatural thing. Fuck.
Noah was well and focused on each footfall, placing it out to lengthen his stride, pushing his legs to run just a little faster. He didn't smell anyone up ahead until he was only a few feet away, rounding the bend and catching sight of someone... he knew. Summer. He hadn't seen her since she returned. And somehow a sinking sense of deja vu settled over him. Here he was, fresh off realizing that Natalia was always just going to be his friend and that was for the best and here was Summer. That brief thought alone was almost enough to make him turn around mid-stride. But he didn't let it control his actions and tried to wipe it all from his memory, but the lingering sense of unease and guilt didn't quite disappear.
He came to a stop, blinked a few times before nodding his head. "Hey..." He coughed slightly to clear his throat. "Summer." He finally got out, wiping a hand across his brow.