Vitus got up an hour before sunset to get a workout in. It was important to keep his skills polished even during stressful times like these. Funny that he could spend years on end working out everyday, or hardly getting out of bed, and he would still look the same as the day he died. The point was to try to counteract his family's natural feebleness in times when it mattered.
Vitus silently floated the rest of the way to stand with a click of dress shoes on the cement floor. Jack stared up at him, unmoving. Vitus straightened his sport coat and cocked his head at Jack, looking blank before raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Oh. Sorry. That's faster."