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The island's gone back to normal, so now feels as perfect a time as any to catch up on what he's been missing - namely, exercise. The skiffs are still a work-in-progress, their functionality halted by the change in the weather and the way it had prohibited any actual work. It's hard to fix and repair when one's tools have literally relegated to their almost pre-industrial counterparts. In the meantime, since he arrived too late to sign up for any fitness classes, he sticks to the routine of running, taking a long loop around the island and trying to stick to it in the mornings, before most of the island's residents are even awake. It gives him time to think, mostly.

He gets somewhat of a later start today, but that doesn't deter him in the slightest as he digs through his pile of dirty laundry for a t-shirt to wear and ultimately winds up swiping something from Cam's wardrobe. He's out the door and running before his brother can even see or protest, really, and once he gets into a rhythm, his thoughts start to wander, his feet moving by reflex and propelling him forward, the only sound being the noises of the island alongside his own breath.

He hasn't spoken to Caroline since the New Year's Eve party. It isn't that he's avoiding her, but more that he's avoiding the situation of coming to a decision, because while he wants to move forward, he isn't certain if it would feel as though he's moving too quickly for her. This is something - she's someone - he wants to handle with care, and maybe his thoughts are carrying him in the right direction all along, but he almost bumps into someone without realizing it.

"Oh, jeez - sorry, so sorry," he starts, before he gets a look at the face attached and almost goes white while he tries to catch his breath. "Caroline. Hi."

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There are certain things that Caroline hated on principle. The sorts of things that she rarely encountered but knew weren't for her. Then there were the sort of things that made her skin crawl with an all too familiar feeling. The sinking of the pit of her stomach, the frown, the wrinkles of her forehead that gave way to frustration and wringing of her hands.

She had been that girl before. She seemed to always be the girl that guys wrote off, said that it was too much too fast when nothing at all had happened. It was terrible. It made her sick and she was done with it. Maybe that was who she was back in Mystic Falls, but she was on Tabula Rasa now. She can be a different kind of girl.

The hours that she'd spent steeling herself against any temptation that might come at the hands of Tyler Winklevoss had been worth it. Here he was, running into her (or had it been the other way around?) causing her to not only stop her jog, but forget her place in her lines that she'd been going over. The frustration boiled up right then, but instead of spilling out loud and angry, she folded her arms against her chest and took a step back.

"Hi Tyler." Her words were clipped, short and to the point. "Don't worry. It's fine. Accidents happen, now if you excuse me," she continued as she went to step around him. The sooner this was over the better.