Exercising could last for hours, and it couldn't be any better than thinking I was under the leaves of a jungle. 

Away from my armor, away from any other room, I pondered how to proceed wiping sweat off my head with a paper-towel. That was 4 hours this time, 1 more than usual. But again he punched the air randomly around him, proud of his abilities, keen to fulfill more, but not apt currently. I chose to sit and drink a bottled water; opening the clasped end with his teeth and splurging the liquid with a squeeze of his right hand into his mouth, he drank deeply but the bottle was never big enough to be filling- was always fun though needing to squeeze like 6 times to finish it, though. Reminded him how he's not a Highwayman, but a hero.