something abt being in cole harbour for the start of playoffs...waiting for natemack...hanging w sid while he’s not golfing or being sid
late spring early summer means fresh produce and staying up way too late to watch the series against the wild, pacing during intermissions and cooking for one
getting a little too excited when he fully bodies qh43 without missing a beat
facetimes spent talking and admiring his beard but also worrying abt him...he needs his rest...but the promise of the cup...“don’t worry babe—silver’s your color this year!”
“....”
“what’d i say?”
“...i’m hanging up”
but he still lets a little grumbly love ya slip through
giggling over the pool clip...but not maliciously bc nate’s smile when he comes up on the wall is impeccable...texting him you’d play mermaids with him anytime
stupid puck to the nose and all you can do is curse devon but it was just wrong place at the wrong time...2nd period intermission he laughs so hard at the concerned stream of texts when he peeks at it that he gets the blood flowing again
finally reuniting before game 5 and kissing all over his face until he’s grumbling, even if you’re extra tender around his further crooked nose

















