“Huxley, you can hug your emotional support girlfriend later,” Coach says. “Huddle up. Focus. No distractions. If we blow a nearly thirty-point lead because you’re thinking with your dick—” “You’ll sell out your next home match for everyone wanting to see what crazy thing he’ll do next,” Goldie interrupts. “Oops. Sorry, Coach. Your changing room. Apologies. I’m not here.” “We need Fletch’s emotional support girlfriend in every halftime meeting,” Porter says. Silas hip-checks me and goes in to hug his sister. “She was my emotional support sister first,” he grumbles.
