If you weren’t nervous, I think I’d be more concerned
That’s oddly comforting
Glad I can help
Between you and my cat, I think I’ll be able to make it through
Well, I’ll be thinking of you and hoping it all goes well
Thanks
Will you let me know how it goes?
Of course
Pocketing my phone, I grab my coffee and bag, then head into the rink. Weekend afternoon games are my favorite. An easy morning followed by an early night.
The kind where I can soak my aches and pains in peace.
After a conversation with Quinn, I feel even more at ease. Things are normal with her after a weird few weeks. Will the two of us ever meet? I have no clue.
But given that I like talking to her too much, I don’t want to push the issue.
“Hey, man.” Noah holds the door open for me as I follow Graham inside.
“Hey, guys.”
“You look like you’re feeling better,” Noah says.
I shrug a shoulder, sipping my black coffee. No sugar, no cream. I don’t need it to be fancy.
“Not going to let the fans get to me,” I say. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
“That’s the spirit,” Noah says.
“If it makes you feel better, we don’t believe what they’re saying,” Graham reiterates.
“It just feels like I’m having more bad days than good.”
“So is Noah, if it makes you feel better,” Graham says.
“Hey!” Noah exclaims. “That was rude.”
“What? You said it last night. Only repeating what you said.”
I roll my eyes at them. “So I’m down with Noah. Awesome.”
He flips me off before pushing open the door to the locker room. My home away from home.
“Nothing wrong with being where we are. We’re still on the team.”
I waggle my head back and forth. “Is that what counts as pillow talk for you two? Because if so, you suck at it.”
“That is?—”
Noah can’t finish his sentence before Graham is slapping his hand over his mouth. “Please don’t tell him anything more. He doesn’t need to know.”
“And let him think we lie in bed at night discussing what line we’re on?” Noah looks horrified.
