Seymour leans into the barrier, whooping and cheering for his boyfriend, who is carrying the team by 10-5 against the opposing team, his hockey gear still lying on the ground next to him.

“Come on, sweetie! Win this stupid game already!”

He shouts, his helmet still clamped onto his head from his game, having left early to come see his boyfriend play.

“Kick it, Corbin! Make me proud!”