By the time Alex made it to gym, not only was Keith there, he was counting aloud and doing one armed pull ups. He was in a white sleeveless shirt on over a black under armor tee with navy blue shorts that just past his knees. The tight under armor showed his lean, ripped muscles, and she could see the detail in his form. When Keith got to 20, he dropped and then went to mountain climbers. All of this was still before the bell, Keith really liked exercise and did his own warm up. Most of the bruises were completely gone, only a few and a couple of cuts remained on his visible skin. While Keith did had a pair of contacts, he really didn't like wearing them, so they were still in the case in his pocket. He was still oblivious to Alex's presence.<br/><br/>"Alright, you can do this. Ignore the pain, it means nothing to you. You're strong and no bruises or cuts will take that away" he thought to himself as he finished off the mountain climbers, taking a quick breath and then dropping to one armed push-ups. If Alex got within arms length of him, she would have been able to see the crater like scars on his chest and arms from the cigars his father put out on his skin.