"I'm about halfway through," Caleb answers. He pushes himself up off the bench. "I can get outta your hair, if you want?"

He doesn't mind running alone, but he wouldn't mind the company, either. Daniel feels good, and it's nice to sort of soak in that. He's been soaking in such negative emotions, lately, and he doesn't regret any of it, but it's still taxing, in its own right. He could use some positive input.