Kevin had just returned from the first morning practice since the Four Nations face off break that stretched a little over two weeks.

Every guy on the team was reasonably tired after drills. The effect was only harder on them after being off of the ice for so long, though.

By the time he got back to his apartment, his last thought was to get something to eat or check and see if his girlfriend was there.

He just sat down at the barstool parallel to the kitchen counter and rested his face against the cold marble.

You heard him come in and throw his bag to the ground, so you exited the bedroom where you'd been finalizing some projects for college, only to be met by Kevin, who looked like he'd died on the countertop.

The second you made your way over to him and began to gently tug on the hair at the base of his neck, he turned his head to the side and looked up at you with a pathetic gleam in his eyes.

It wasn't hard to conclude that he was absolutely exhausted and sore. The look spoke for him.

"My shoulders are aching."