His angular jaw is now covered in a short, neat beard. A few faded scars that I find unreasonably sexy decorate his slightly crooked nose, temple, and left cheek. All of them courtesy of tussles on the ice, and all of which I watched through tiny slits in my fingers that covered my eyes. His body has filled out as well. Lean muscle has turned into bulk mass, his white button-down fitting a little snug across his shoulders and arms, displaying the strength required to fight off angry opponents. The years have done him justice.
