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âSo did I hear that right? Itâs your first time skating?â Lifting the lid of the brand new CCM skates heâd brought along â a gift, in the requested size, as part of the hockey lesson heâd donated to the local hospitalâs charity gala auction â Logan pulled the boots from the box one by one, loosening the laces before passing them to Andrew to put on. The rink was cold, a refreshing climate compared to the sweltering heat outside, and he was eager to get back on the ice. It had been a few weeks since heâd last donned his skates, and packing his bag for the private instruction made him realize that, no matter how many hockey seasons he cycled through, the excitement of impending pre-season training would always be there. In a monthâs time, heâd be back on the ice with his teammates for their preseason training camp, and he could hardly wait. Turning to his protĂ©gĂ©, seated on the bench next to him in the empty arena, he asked: âYou want me to lace âem up for you? First time or not, some people are really particular about their their skates, so I donât wanna overstep.âÂ
Andy grimaced, just a little. âUnless you count me getting knocked on my ass a few times when I was 7, yeah, Iâm a newbie,â he joked lightly, in a gently self-deprecating manner. That was generally the space in which his humor lived. He looked down at the skates on his feet, feeling a little bit like a kid again, asking his dad for help tying his laces when he looked back up at Logan. âI might need a little help here,â he said with a crooked smirk, feeling a sort of jittery excitement in his fingertips. He had been half-inclined to give away the prize to someone else, but after a gentle push from his grandmotherâshe always did worry about how much time Andy spent aloneâhe agreed that an afternoon on the ice couldnât be that bad. Right? Besides, Andy was desperate for some time spent around other adults other than work, and he wasnât very good at going out and trying new thingsâat least, not since he came back from overseasâso perhaps this was just the push he needed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard Moiraâs voice: donât be such a little punk, Nolton! Whatâs the worst that could happen?







