“Well, if I were you, I would have told my coach that my personal life was a heaping pile of devastating shit.” I roll my eyes, feeling like a petulant child. “I didn’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to be treated like I’m fragile.” A broad hand waves in front of me. “Spoiler alert. You are fragile.” “Fuck you, Roman.” His jaw ticks. “I’m gonna let that one slide tonight.”
