He hated this. He hates when they have nearly a week off or so. Other than games that he's already finished multiple times, there was nothing else to distract him from his thoughts.

Spinner was lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling in the dark room with a blank expression. His mind wondered everywhere yet nowhere at the same time.

He had no motivation to do anything. That sinking feeling of loneliness returned, a reminder he's nothing outside of the League. Though you came to mind.