Jeff biked along the path into Baker Park, pedaling at a steady, confident rate but not at an alarming speed. Sunglasses in place and hands on his thighs - rather than the handlebars - he saw that Noah was down to his T-shirt and wondered how long he'd been at it already. Sighing slightly, he lifted a hand in lieu of a wave and continued to approach at a leisurely pace.
He'd had family to deal with in the morning. He wanted to see Noah, but he also needed this. Needed to hit something.