“I thought you said no training?!” Lukas grabbed onto Sam's shirt, the teammate who had told them there was no training today, pulling him slightly forward. There was no real anger behind it but he had to let off some steam.“You look funny when you're mad” he said, completely unbothered.But Lukas was playing. He clenched his fists but released him immediately like it didn't matter, but it did…everything did.Viktor stood in the corner, along with other players, his stick resting loosely on his shoulder as his eyes wandered around…waiting for the training with the coach and he looked calm, like he wasn't fully there yet. Lukas looked at him a little too long and looked away, skating away from him as though not to avoid suspicion and questions. The distance was to keep things normal….at least try.The rink was suddenly alive. The air wrapped around them, cold and thin, the blades against the ice sounded like music along with the quiet chatter. This was the rink when the capacity was a
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