“Yes.” Gabe jumps to his feet, both fists high, as the lights flash with a Seattle goal. “Great assist, babe. Keep it up!” I mutter, “He knows Aleks can’t hear him, right?” “It’s cute he pretends he doesn’t know hockey.” Sanden’s eyes shine with amusement at the sight of his best friend cheering. Aleks skates over to us, and he and Gabe both high-five the glass. And I stare. Struck with the overwhelming urge to cry. Why a stupid high five does it, I’m not sure, but something about Aleks and Gabe being so publicly dorky makes me ache for that.
