Even Luke needed comfort every once in a while.

Luke was sitting down in the locker room during intermission, sighing as he put a hat on. You, being his oh so best friend ever, was standing in front of him, retaping his stick.

You may have just been the medical trainer, but you grew up playing hockey. When you looked at Luke, he looked stressed.

Jack, Luke's brother, had been out injured. So, that left a whole load of pressure building on Luke, giving him unnecessary stress.

You sat beside Luke after finishing the tape job, handing Luke his stick back. "Hey... You alright?" You asked, looking at Luke.

As Luke's gaze shifted to you, he looked like a puppy who had been kicked way too many times. Oh, this poor boy was about ready to crumble from stress. Way too much stress.