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dream.
    Slowly he
opens his eyes realizing it’s morning, the sun lighting the small
space that is officially his room at least for a little while. The
nightmares come most nights taking him back to that night. He saw a
counselor in prison but his guilt is just too great for anything to
have an effect. He rolls over savoring the fact that he’s able to
wake up in his own time. There are no guards or alarms controlling
when he gets up. He looks to the clock smirking, still seven
o’clock though. Eventually his body will adjust.
    He realized
last night watching Trinity interact with Parker that his stay is
going to have to be short. As much as he hates to admit it, she was
right, things have changed and she is different now. Every part of
him is in protest against her being with someone like himself but
fighting her on it will only push her closer to Parker and further
away from him. He can only hope that in time she will realize being
with someone like him isn’t a forever deal.
    He rises out
of bed and heads straight for the shower. Parker wants to take him
to the gym today, no doubt to see if he still has it. But Greylan
isn’t sure if his time has passed. Five years is a long time in the
life of a fighter.
    He strolls
into the kitchen to a similar scene from the night before. Trinity
is at the stove pouring pancake batter into a skillet, the sizzle
of the hot butter filling the room. Parker who is seated at the
table with a glass of juice turns and asks, “Hey dude, did you
sleep well?”
    Greylan nods,
angling for the fridge to pour some juice. Trinity crosses the
kitchen and smiles while snuggling into his side. She claims,
“Grey, I am so glad you’re home.”
    This lifts his
lips causing a chuckle, “Um, Trin, I think I’m going to see about
an apartment soon.”
    She releases
herself and directs her attention to the pan on the stove.
    “Greylan, you
just got out. Why don’t you give it some time? You know you can
stay as long as you need. Parker tell him.”
    Parker pipes
up, “Um yeah, Greylan, as long as you need.”
    Greylan sinks
into a seat at the table mumbling to both of them, “Thanks.” Still
set on this being very short term. His sister with a guy is just
wrong for him to see. He still feels responsible for her and every
part of him declares that this guy needs an ass kicking for even
thinking about it.
    An hour later
Parker is speeding through the east end down a series of side
streets. Greylan is situated in the passenger seat, bracing himself
for more changes. He borrowed a bag and extra gloves from Parker.
He has a feeling that Parker really does want to get him on the
mat. Today though, he just wants to feel things out. He’s not sure
if he still has it or if he even wants to fight anymore.
    A final turn
down a narrow street with brick buildings rising up on either side,
Parker slows the car. He glances over at Greylan just as he spots
the sign above the entrance ahead. Parker shifts the car into park
and waits for the question.
    With a
thoughtful shake of the head Greylan asks, “Is this a joke?”
    Parker smirks
and answers, “Afraid not. When you left, Carlo decided not to be a
one on one anymore. He opened Carlo’s Fight Ring not long after, to
my understanding. I strolled in one day just needing a place to
train and we hit it off. He supports my fights. Actually I probably
wouldn’t be where I am without him.”
    Greylan looks
to his lap and back up at the old building in front of him. Quietly
he states, “Carlo is good at that.”
    He climbs out
before Parker can say anything else. At this point all of the
similarities between he and Parker are starting to tick him off.
Training with his trainer and engaged to his sister. It seems more
that Parker is living the life that he left and more than anything
he wants to hit the guy.
    Greylan grabs
the borrowed bag from the backseat and asks over the roof of the
car, “Does Carlo know I’m out?”
    Parker nods,
“I told him I’d