"Of I could yell for you." He huffed quietly, pushing himself upright. Standing without an ache in his spine, in his chest? Fucking novel, and he meant to hold onto the feeling and get as much out of it as possible or as long as he could. Much like helping Bruce adapt to the village- he had no way of knowing it would go well but- this would help him pick up something of a semi-regular schedule. "Join me for pre-dawn yoga."

Woke him up better than coffee-

Well no, that was a lie, but it was a lie he held onto for the sake of his sanity. "...You want to learn how to punch? I walk you through it. Don't think we have any sandbags around here but I could maybe make one? It'd be worth setting up."