“It’s the right call though,” I say, meeting Nathan’s eye. “You’ve noticed too?” He’s quiet for too long, eyes on his stick, so I lean forward, elbows propped on my knees. “Just be straight with me, man.” “You’ve been off,” he says. “But I’m not sure it’s just your knee.” “What does that mean?” He taps the side of his head. “It seems like it’s more up here.”
