I don’t know if there’s some big heart-to-heart buried in my blacked-out memories from last night, but the others don’t look at me like they’re waiting for me to leave so they can talk crap about me anymore. They act like they want to talk to me. Like they want me to sit with them in the dining hall and hang out in the team lounge between classes. And like they want me on the ice for more than my wrist shot.
he's afraid of friendship how cute
