He misses his ship, he misses the people on it (one in particular, above and beyond the others), misses being where he belongs. There are a million little ways, a million little things that come up all the time that remind him. Having to boil water for coffee instead of just demanding it from a replicator. Looking up at the stars, not out at them.
But while solid ground tends to remind him of what's been taken from him, there are some ways in which he prefers the feel of it beneath his feet. Running is one of those ways. Exercising on his ship was a matter of running on a treadmill, or, when he could manage it, through the corridors of his ship (though the sight of their captain at a dead run often worried his junior officers, made them fear there was an emergency).
But running out here, with grass and paths and earth beneath his running shoes, and fresh air in his lungs, is far more exhilarating. He likes running through Sobek Croix best; there are trees, more varied terrain, he doesn't have to dodge the street preachers like he does when he runs near his apartment. There are fewer people to dodge.
Usually. Tonight, he follows a rough path through the forest, and when he pops back out onto the main path, he spots a woman up ahead.
"Behind you!" he calls out, mindful that a lady walking alone in a deserted place might not appreciate a man running up behind her without warning.
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He misses his ship, he misses the people on it (one in particular, above and beyond the others), misses being where he belongs. There are a million little ways, a million little things that come up all the time that remind him. Having to boil water for coffee instead of just demanding it from a replicator. Looking up at the stars, not out at them.
But while solid ground tends to remind him of what's been taken from him, there are some ways in which he prefers the feel of it beneath his feet. Running is one of those ways. Exercising on his ship was a matter of running on a treadmill, or, when he could manage it, through the corridors of his ship (though the sight of their captain at a dead run often worried his junior officers, made them fear there was an emergency).
But running out here, with grass and paths and earth beneath his running shoes, and fresh air in his lungs, is far more exhilarating. He likes running through Sobek Croix best; there are trees, more varied terrain, he doesn't have to dodge the street preachers like he does when he runs near his apartment. There are fewer people to dodge.
Usually. Tonight, he follows a rough path through the forest, and when he pops back out onto the main path, he spots a woman up ahead.
"Behind you!" he calls out, mindful that a lady walking alone in a deserted place might not appreciate a man running up behind her without warning.