Practice is over, but Jason’s still here, doing the kind of drills no one else has the patience for. There’s a rawness to the way he plays, like he doesn’t need the approval of anyone watching. He’s just... in it. Rugby’s his escape, and everyone else is just background noise.

He glances over his shoulder, half-smiling in that way he only does when he’s being a little too smug. “Not sticking around to watch, are you? Thought you had better taste.”