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“And don’t worry about the language. Ma gave up on that years ago. We’re Boston Irish hockey players who’ve never met a swear word we don’t like. We just teach the kids where and when they should use it. Like, not at school or at church.”
He had a feeling in his free time he was going to be using public transit and walking more than he’d expected. Because fuck, he didn’t trust his car around these drivers. They were fucking lunatics.
it was going more smoothly than he would’ve expected. Honestly, that made Connor nervous. When it came to kids, pets, and goaltenders, silence and good behavior were suspicious.
“Dude. Have you not been paying attention to which teams have been killing it in the postseason lately? They’re totally queer. And hi, did you forget about me? Bisexual and Stanley Cup winner here,” he teased. “I’m the total package.” Nolan giggled. “True.”
You’re a kid and I’m an adult—even if I’m not a very adulty adult—and I wanna do the right thing. The right thing for you and for your dad, okay?”
Not too bad for someone who wasn’t even a very adulty adult.
“You—Oh, God, we’re not very smart at all, are we?” “No,” Jesse said. “I don’t think we are. But that’s okay, because we’re together now, right?” “Yeah, we are.” Connor pressed his lips to Jesse’s forehead. “It’ll be alright if we’re stupid together.”
“You—that was what all this was about? Fuck, I thought you wanted to quit hockey, Nolan!” “No!” Nolan looked horrified. “Why would I want that? I love hockey.” “I thought—” Connor let out a sigh. “God, I really am dumb, aren’t I?”
