It hadn’t been long since the Ballycastle game that started the season. Pyxis had remembered, just as he assumed she did, that he had a standing appointment now to ensure he didn’t blow his shoulder worse than he tended to during the off-season when he didn’t come in for a couple months at a time. He had almost skipped this one, though. He hadn’t seen Rory at any of the other Ballycastle games in the last two weeks; he hadn’t been able to spot her at the Holyhead one or the Magpies ones that he’d stopped in either. But he knew, as he walked up the steps and, after a moment’s pause, rang the bell. He would find her here, and though there might be a little more awkwardness than he wanted there to be... well. Pyxis had taken a chance on that kiss for a reason, after all. And the nice jacket sitting in the duffel bag on his side was just an added point to that.