He wanted to say more, to feel something other than a quiet resolve to the whole situation, to get some sort of anger and adrenaline running through him. It was scary how apathetic he had become in this sensory deprived area, where even emotions themselves had begun to lose their place and meaning. Instead, he swallowed his pride, and allowed himself to look at her back side, tempting fate by even trying to get a better look despite the fact she was looking over her shoulder with her eyes, almost daring him to say something. He wanted to accuse her of being a tease, especially after saying that she had no interest for sex, but it would do no good. Better to live in mutual disagreement rather than mutual hatred.<br/><br/>"So be it" was all he said, eyes appreciating her backside before she walked off to her own beat of the drum. Confused, and frustrated, he wanted to work out more, but decided against it. He wasn't even planning to exercise today, and it was a spur of the moment thing, and once more he was covered in sweat, much the same as he started the day. He should have taken a shower after the work out, but it mattered little. It was time for breakfast, and with his decision made, he worked his way towards the canteen.