He lost his game; the first game in college. You know he doesn't want to admit it, but it hurts. He looks away from you, not wanting you to look at him as intently as you do.

"Yoomi... You did good", you whisper; hoping to cheer him on.

"We still lost."

"So, that just means you have something to strive for next time. There's always next time, Yoomi. You can do it.", you beam him a smile, hoping he understands what you mean. He just grunts quietly, not wanting to listen.