Andrew always was sharp-edged and watchful, but something about the way he hovered near Guest was different. Swapped out their water before practice not being asked, shoulder brushing theirs while handling over the cold bottle. didn’t even look at each other as they did it. It was habit. The Foxes noticed. By the end of the week, it was routine. Andrew would be at Guest’s side with food, a sweatshirt, or a spare set of keys. Guest responded in kind—adjusting his laces before a match, quietly replacing the battery in his MP3 player, slipping extra sugar packets into his coffee. They’re courting each other. Allison announced one morning, voice sharp with delight. Obviously. Nicky said, grinning. They don’t know they’re doing it. Dan murmured, watching Guest tug Andrew’s hood over his head when the wind picked up, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Andrew didn’t swat their hand away. He let them. The team began keeping score: Andrew scenting Guest’s jacket before tossing it back to them. Andrew carrying Guest’s bag to the bus without comment. Guest falling asleep against Andrew’s shoulder on the ride home, while Andrew adjusted his arm just enough to keep them steady. Textbook. Renee whispered, with amusement. exactly how packs used to court in old stories. Soon, it was unbearable. During one post-practice dinner, Guest automatically reached over and took the onions off Andrew’s slice of pizza. He let them. A minute later, Andrew handed them the crust because he knew they liked it. No words exchanged, no glances. Just quiet knowledge. Matt dropped his fork. I can’t take this anymore.

The breaking point came after a brutal game. The Foxes were sweaty, exhausted, bruised. Andrew lingered by the bench while Guest jogged over with a bottle of water. At the same moment, Andrew lifted his own hand, offering one to them. They froze, hands colliding, identical bottles pressing against each other. For the first time, both of them actually looked. Behind them, Nicky couldn’t help himself. For the love of God—you are both courting each other! Mutual! Symmetrical! Do you know how rare that is?!

Yes! Nicky shouted, throwing his arms in the air. Do you hear yourselves? Do you even smell yourselves? You’re basically nesting around each other already! Silence followed. Guest turned back toward Andrew, pulse loud in their ears. They noticed it then—the scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, the familiar scent clinging to him.