The Rink. 5:47pm.Jay showed up early for practice, needing the ice to clear his head. The rink was empty, lights half-dimmed. He changed quick and got out there, running drills. Just him, the puck, and the sound of his skates slicing through the ice.Footsteps echoed, and Liam appeared in the doorway, still in street clothes, sling visible."What are you doing here?" Jay called."Can't skate, but I can watch," Liam said, heading to the bench. "Keep going. I'll supervise."Jay snorted. "I don't need supervision.""Everyone does, Vale. Even you."Jay rolled his eyes, but kept skating.Liam watched, calling out tips."Tighter on that turn!""You're dropping your shoulder!""Faster, Vale! My grandmother would lap you!"Jay shot him a glare, but pushed harder.He kept running solo drills, passing against the boards, shooting on goal."Wider st
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