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Morning Run (Closed to Peter
Alec believed Peter when he said he'd be up. He knew Peter would take the challenge seriously, too, because the kid had this wish to show people he could do things. He just hoped Peter was actually ready for the amount of running today - almost 50 miles - and that he could keep up.
He padded out of his room in jogging pants and a t-shirt and eyed the room. "Ready or not, time to get your ass kicked."
He padded out of his room in jogging pants and a t-shirt and eyed the room. "Ready or not, time to get your ass kicked."
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"Thanks, Alec."
He's probably said it a half-dozen times since this morning, but it's worth saying again. Peter watches as Alec disappears into his room and shuts the door, then looks down at the tracer in his hand.
He closes his fingers around it, then yawns, stretching out his still-not-great legs.
Alec might have not been right about AI, but maybe he was right about taking a nap.