Sara could see the strain his gaze, it was like he’d been fighting towards a prize. An ultimate goal at the end of the way and it only piqued her interests to know what it truly was. “People are sick and will do anything to win or survive really. It’s a a sad truth but one we all should contest with.” She placed her hand along his stomach, squaring his hips with her own. “It hurts because you’re not used to it. Some of these muscles have yet to be called upon which is a good thing, you’re a good guy. It’ll stop hurting soon enough, I swear.” Sara adjusted his elbow, leaving enough give for him to move with precision without overextending. “Cisco, just let it flow!”
Cisco punched the bag a few more times, this time letting the majority of the power come from his core, and this time he didn’t over extend. As he punched, he began to hum ‘Let it Go’. His punching was a little on the weak side, but he was truly trying. “Sara, thanks for helping me. I really owe you.” He smiled as he felt her hand still on his elbow. “I can make dinner again if you’d like. This time I won’t spill the pasta everywhere, promise.”
Cisco backup 