Jason had the opposite perspective. Then again, when you get down to it, he was a meathead from the early 90s. Guys just didn't talk to therapists about their problems. He just played everything off like it was cool to the shrink and focused on venting everything in his exercise.

He wasn't exactly expecting company, or at least talkative company, during today's workout, but Jason's not gonna complain. Especially not with Gwen. She was cool. He blinked and looked up at her with a lopsided grin. "Oh! Hey. Uh." He'd wave, but. Well. Hands a little full. "For the whole day? Uh. Honestly, I'm not real sure. Probably sixty-something? I've cycled around a few times." Nowhere near his record, but if he had to do that again... Well. That wasn't going to be something he did casually.