Ace chokes on air. "What?"
"Dick appointment," Petrov repeats, like it's obvious. "You're the dick appointment. Mystery solved."
"Oh my God." I bury my face in my hands.
"This is amazing," Becker says, and he sounds delighted. "This is the best thing that's happened all season."
"Better than winning?" Wall asks.
"Second best thing that’s happened all season."
Washington's trying to maintain order, but he's smiling too. "Alright, alright. Give them some space."
"Space? We want details!" Groover protests.
"How long has this been going on?" Jinx demands.
"Is it serious?" someone else asks.
"Are you moving in together?"
"Can we be in the wedding?"
"Guys!" Ace's voice cuts through the noise, and everyone shuts up. "Out. Now. I'm serious."
"But—" Becker starts.
"Out."
There's some grumbling, but they start filing toward the door. Becker pauses to point at both of us. "We're talking about this later. Extensive debriefing. I want details."
"No details," Ace says firmly.
"So many details," Becker counters, and then Petrov is dragging him out by his collar.
Washington's the last to leave. He looks at Ace, then at me, then back at Ace. "Happy for you, man."
"Thanks, Cap."
"But we are talking about the concussion thing. You played half a game concussed. That's not okay."
Ace winces. "I know."
"We'll discuss it tomorrow." He nods at me. "Take care of him."
"I will."
The door closes behind him, and suddenly we're alone.
I let out a breath. "So. That happened."
"Yeah." Ace is still smiling, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "That happened."
"You just..."
"I did."
"That's... that's a pretty dramatic coming out."
