#gamechanged

"Hi!" He beams as the door opens. Is his smile too manic? Probably. He clears his throat. "Same as usual? Or do you want something else? I - uh - I saw the hit that you took during the last game. Strawberries are good for inflammation. Apparently. I read that somewhere." His voice trails off, eyes distracted by Scott for a moment. And then, softer. "Are you okay?"

“I’m fine, you’re a dick,” Shane said with a laugh, pushing Scott’s hand away from where it was floating in front of his face. The hit hadn’t been as bad as the one that landed him in the hospital, and he was able to get his legs under himself. Even if he was a little dizzy once he was upright again. “All good.”

❝ yeah. i've been there. ❞ ilya nods, keeping his voice low. steady. ❝ but you're safe. you have kip, and shane, and— me. ❞ he offers a soft smile. things had been rough between them for several years, but they were getting older. the world was evolving. the rivalry was never meant to last forever. ❝ do you want to talk about it? ❞

"put this on. there's a mic in the strap"

how long had it been since this happened? it had all been fine for a while now. " i'm sorry, i'm ruining your clothes. " a muffled apology in the midst of her crying. there was no way the abundance of tears wasn't leaving a wet stain.

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He rubs the back of his neck. "There's a part of me that's desperate to say yes. Especially when you're looking at me with those eyes." He murmurs, a huff of laughter leaving him. It's an uncomfortable situation made worse by the fact that all Kip wants to do is hug Scott and cry. "And I - You have to believe me when I say that I have thought about this from every angle. I thought time apart would make things clearer, but it's only made me more confused." Hand rubs over his face, voice cracking. "I just care about you so much but we can never be together in a way that makes us both comfortable, so I don't know what to do. I can't fix this."

ilya immediately relaxes a little once scott has him, wrapping his own arms around his back and letting his head fall into the nape of his neck. ilya had never been huge on hugs. he hadn't gotten very many since his mother passed. he hugged shane, of course, but this was different. tears immediately start rolling down his cheeks, breath shaking. ❝ sorry. ❞ fingers curl around the back of scott's jacket, eyes finally closing.