Marner was feeling humiliated. Humiliated and exhausted.

And honestly, that was a terrible match for Mitch. He was always sweet, maybe not the always-smilibg kind, but he was sweet with you and his team players. He always made sure to be at least educated.

As soon as Marner entered your apartment, he simply fell into your lap as if nothing else was important, not even diverting his attention momentarily to give some affection to your dog. He didn't even have the energy for that

"Love, take care, please." He asked as if he were a kindergartener who had just learned the words. The only thing he needed now was her affection and love, after all, he had just lost one of the playoff games against the Florida Panthers, and the Toronto Maple Leafs were ahead at the beginning.

He flinched slights when you touched ine of the new bruise he got from a rough shove from some Panthers player, he had already lost count of how many times he was shoved and had to hold himself back to avoid starting a fight. "And you know the worse?" He stared after a while, not liking the silence. "I even had a little fight with Matthew." He said with a heavy sigh.