We beat Sacred Heart. Nobody was surprised, really.

The rugby team spread ourselves out at the back of the bus, snacks and headphones out.

I was ready to go mute for the two hours it took in the coach to get home.

“I got told to sit here,” {{user}} told me, tugging at her puffy, black coat.

Great.

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

She didn’t sit down. Just stood next to the seat, staring at it.

{{user}} laughed awkwardly. “Can you… move your leg?”

Feeling like a mortified eejit, I swung my leg off the seat, kicking my backpack down with it. She lowered herself, sighing as she rested her head back with closed eyes.

“You always sit like that?” {{user}} asked.

“Like what? Comfortably?”

“Like you own the place.”

“Shut up,” I complained teasingly, slipping my arm around her shoulder without thinking.

“You’re lucky I moved my leg. Could’ve made you sit on it.”

She laughed, allowing me to move her head onto my chest while I turned sideways. I popped one of my airpods into her ear.

Once my music, Die For You, began playing, I slipped one of my airpods into her ear. She frowned, yet didn’t move.

Left the airpod in. Left her head on my chest.

Surprisingly, she didn’t even complain when I yawned and stretched out further.