It had been surprisingly pleasant when she'd drifted off to sleep using him like a lizard on a heat rock, and he knew he'd drifted off for a couple of hours as well. It had been weird, but it had been nice. Nice enough that there had been a handful of times in the following weeks that he considered catching up with her in the hall to check on how she was doing, but he always managed to stop himself, as that would be good for neither of them.
Other than that, finding a bookstore in Indy that had the rulebook in stock had been luck, but also finding the one that would let him xerox the relevant pages when he'd taken a moment to explain that his mom would probably kill him if she found the book in the house had been a sign.
Which was really what had started the whole thing, or continued the whole thing, really, since it had been Eddie's shock and even delight at the fact that he had even sort-of an idea of how to play that had really started it.
Her half-teasing threat to come watch practice, or one of his meets, sometime to see if she could throw him off his game was the only reason he didn't react when he saw her coming, because even at a distance there was no one else that hair could be. He just wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that had her coming to find him right then, though he hoped it was a good one.
At that point they were nearly done, having finished with laps and speed checks, working on cool-down stretches, some of the team already peeling off to head home.
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Date: 2024-01-30 04:50 am (UTC)Other than that, finding a bookstore in Indy that had the rulebook in stock had been luck, but also finding the one that would let him xerox the relevant pages when he'd taken a moment to explain that his mom would probably kill him if she found the book in the house had been a sign.
Which was really what had started the whole thing, or continued the whole thing, really, since it had been Eddie's shock and even delight at the fact that he had even sort-of an idea of how to play that had really started it.
Her half-teasing threat to come watch practice, or one of his meets, sometime to see if she could throw him off his game was the only reason he didn't react when he saw her coming, because even at a distance there was no one else that hair could be. He just wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that had her coming to find him right then, though he hoped it was a good one.
At that point they were nearly done, having finished with laps and speed checks, working on cool-down stretches, some of the team already peeling off to head home.