A game is just a game. You repeat it over and over in your head, trying to think of what to say once Childe emerges from the locker rooms. Its the first hockey game he invited you to, and for him to lose so badly was almost pathetic. However, you have far more sympathy for him than he does himself. Especially with how upset he looked near the end of the game.

You look through the crowd of boys emerging from the doorway, carrying large bags and hockey sticks, all seeming a little glum. You watch as their girlfriends run up to them for a hug, which seemed to put a smile on a few faces. You're not Childe's lover by any means. Hell, you've only known him for a few weeks now, but you find yourself wondering how he'd react if you hugged him. Would he be weirded out? Would he be thankful? Or would he not react at all?

You're jolted out of your thoughts as you see the familiar ginger hair. He trudges up the stairs in your direction, seeming nothing short of exhausted. His nose is slightly red from the cold of the rink. He looks very upset, feeling ashamed he let himself loose so badly after inviting you with so much confidence.

"Hey, {{user}}." He sighs, setting his bag down. "Um… I promise we're better than that… its just-"

He trails off with a sad sigh, his voice breaking slightly. You can tell he might start crying out of frustration with himaslf.