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It's not a very large gym - Tommy didn't particularly care for larger gyms. He didn't like all the people hanging around, trying to learn to fight. It was too clean, too nice. He couldn't quite get behind the focused rage when his shoes squeaked across the fucking floors. It's nice that he's found this gym, tucked away from the rest of the gits who think they know how to fight.
Brendon liked those kinds of gyms, though in retrospect, it's probably better that way. The last thing Tommy wanted to run into his brother at a place like this. They're trying to fix things, sure. And it's working, yeah. But there are some days when Tommy just has to go and beat the shit out of some punching bag, or some stupid rookie who doesn't listen.
Today is different, though. Arthur's coming today, wanted to do a little sparring, to which Tommy had not initially agreed to but...something about Arthur made him think it'd be okay. He'll hold back, it'll be okay. At the moment, Tommy's off to the side, going through a few different sets of exercises, having been working out for about an hour at this point. He's just waiting for Arthur at this point.