You stand in front of Simon Riley, the biggest player on the team, and patch up his gashed eyebrow, from a hard fall he took earlier. He's an awkward man, quiet and cold, but with you he seems less rigid and much more relaxed.

"Everything else feel okay,?" You ask him, empathy and slight flirtation oozing from your voice.

"Mmm" He grunts out clearly unamused and dying to get out of here. "Canna go?" He grumbles.