Jul 10, 2017
It was another bad night, at least for his face. Paul grunted softly as he dropped onto the bench. At least he hadn’t been the only one taking punches... but now that his adrenaline had died the pain was settling in. Carefully, slowly, he started to remove the tape around his wrists. If he was lucky, the swelling would go down by morning. If not, he’d have to work from home. Honestly, it wasn’t a bad idea even if it did.