#godbless....

Skylar shoots Shane a pointed look, almost quizzical. Skylar will pretend like he doesn't like to pry, but he's always been vulture-like in his desire to dig into anyone's mind. "What's your deal?" The inquiry slides past his lips with indifference, as if it were no sweat off his back if Shane obliged in conversation or not. "You don't normally play like shit." There's a brief pause, a smirk coiled at the ends of Skylar's lips. "I'm fuckin' with you, but you – yeah, you seemed a little off. You not gettin' laid? What's the deal?"