“Yo, Mav,” I say, coming up beside him as he shoots a puck wide. His jaw tightens and his gaze remains locked forward. “Why isn’t Gretzky allowed to listen to music?” His brow furrows slightly and he shifts his stare quickly to me and then back to the puck Tyler is passing him. “Why?” “Because he’s broken too many records.” He finally cracks a smile, and a small laugh shakes his chest. “That was a terrible joke.” “Aidan told it to me last week. I thought it was clever.”
