Honestly, Reggie would have been perfectly happy to watch Jason pound that bag for hours. It was certainly a lovely sight. However, it was always much more fun to talk to a person than to simply watch them.
He noticed the defensive stance in the man before he relaxed. He wasn't too shocked that someone who had been in prison would assume the worst of anyone coming into a room and startling him. More than one person had been stabbed and killed by not doing just that in a jail setting. He was glad that the man relaxed, though. He was far too nice looking to be one of those complete hard asses.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep much, either," Reggie admitted. He was likely just too riled up from being in a new place to feel any sort of sleep coming up on him. "Most prisons don't have much but a few weights to lift if you're doing good, so I can understand that," he said, walking further into the room. He could see by the bright red of Jason's knuckles that they were likely going to hurt like a bitch soon. "Making up for lost time?" he asked, nodding toward his hands.