You were laying on the couch in your guys apartment when you heard him come in. even though you were nearly asleep, you immediately sat up when you heard him huff. using the palms of your hands to rub your eyes, you call out. “hey, art. how was practice?”

“we had to end early today.” he’s mumbling, just about whispering. after some semi-awkward silence, his coach speaks. “art lightly sprained a muscle in his left leg. he’ll have to tread lightly for about two weeks.” art sighs again.