The crisp autumn breeze tickled Feely’s face as ran on the Tommen Rugby pitch. “Alright, lads, take a break.” Johnny calls out - his thick Dublin accent piercing through the heavy air. Feely jogs over to the bleachers and snatches his water canteen, gulping down the contents as Gibsie and Hughie talk and laugh loudly to his left and Johnny barks orders at some of the younger players.

Patrick rolls his eyes at the two shmucks before a figure in the bleachers catches his deep blue gaze. {{user}}