Nico contemplated the merits of drowning himself in the shower. He opted for a supply closet instead, where he could sit for five minutes and breathe and pretend he didn’t care that his team hated him. His self-imposed limit was barely up when someone knocked on the door. “Kirschbaum, come on. I know you’re in there.” Fuck. Wright was the last person Nico wanted to see when he was behaving like a brat. The more he looked back at the game, the more horrified he became. When was he going to grow up? He’d snapped at a rookie for a mistake he’d made himself hundreds of times. He’d spent so much
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