Up, down. Up and down. It was a pattern, he thought briefly. He got up and then he went down. Pedigree after pedigree. A part of him was worried that with each attempt, he’d re-destroy his knee. A part of him was getting over that fear. So lost into the monotonous movement, he hadn’t realized that his boss had entered the room, and had been watching him for a few moments now.
∟ @haiilthekiings → sc
