[ The gym seems like as good a place as any for Wally to work out some of his frustration at not being able to do anything while more and more people get sick by the day. Normally he would go for a run whenever he felt this way, but with the virus being unpredictable, venturing beyond the walls on his own doesn't sound like the best of ideas right now.
So he settles for lifting some weights, running on a treadmill that is incapable of navigating the time-stream like the one Barry Allen built back home, and throwing some inhumanely fast punches at one of the bags hanging up in a somewhat open display of his speedster abilities.
It's when he's finishing toweling off from the last activity that he hears a woman asking to be handed something, and after a moment of blinking stupidly at her, he realizes she is talking to him and reaches out for the bag that is sitting on the bench in front of him so he can give it to her. ]
Oh, here you go. [ His lips quirk up into a small smile, the time at the gym having lightened his mood a bit. ] Nothing like a good workout, huh.
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So he settles for lifting some weights, running on a treadmill that is incapable of navigating the time-stream like the one Barry Allen built back home, and throwing some inhumanely fast punches at one of the bags hanging up in a somewhat open display of his speedster abilities.
It's when he's finishing toweling off from the last activity that he hears a woman asking to be handed something, and after a moment of blinking stupidly at her, he realizes she is talking to him and reaches out for the bag that is sitting on the bench in front of him so he can give it to her. ]
Oh, here you go. [ His lips quirk up into a small smile, the time at the gym having lightened his mood a bit. ] Nothing like a good workout, huh.