[ he nods, skirting the line between dismissive and understanding, knowing too much empathy only pushes her away from him. frank drops his hand to his thigh and sits up towards her a little, picking at the label of his beer. ]
Yeah, I- what? [ her question snaps him out of the tangent he was undoubtedly about to go on, and he glances back at the screen with a soft smile tugging back at his mouth. ] Oh, uh. It's just an old playoff game. I've been trying to... catch up.
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Yeah, I- what? [ her question snaps him out of the tangent he was undoubtedly about to go on, and he glances back at the screen with a soft smile tugging back at his mouth. ] Oh, uh. It's just an old playoff game. I've been trying to... catch up.
[ and not just with hockey. ]