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Cal paused, the bag swung as its punching partner stopped causing for a low groan from the chains holding it attached to the ceiling. Cal closed his eyes and inhaled, his jaw clenched as he turned around. As he faced her the light showed his scar on his neck started above the collar of the deep red shirt. He stood there for a moment before speaking. [color=orange]"Hey"[/color] his voice was softer, the vibrancy of it dimmed with hurt. He moved around shiver and turned off the music before turning to face her again.

[color=orange]"Good to see you"[/color] the hurt was even visible on his eyes. Most likely, hurt is what lead to the scars he now has. He let the heart pain get in the way and let himself get a tad careless.