"Dude!" Desperation seeps into his voice as he runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts the phone with his opposite hand. "Please, I know you're not busy tonight, and if I mess this up, Jackson might never talk to me again!" As it stands, it was a hard enough sell to get their teammate to agree to this at all. Joel doesn't want to consider the reaction if he were to mess up while watching his son. "I'll owe you so big! I'll tie your skates for a week! I'll drive you to the rink for a week! I'll... pay for your dinner if you come over! Anything you want! I'm at Jackson's place and I don't even know what I'm doing wrong, but I'm definitely doing something wrong."