Baby didn't slow, didn't turn, didn't acknowledge the apology at all. He just drove his skates harder into the ice, pushing away from Saint, his mind whirling.
'What was he sorry for? The missed pass? Last night? Or calling me a broken toy?'
Baby squeezed his stick tight, trying to ignore the warmth that inexplicably bloomed in his chest—a dangerous, confusing warmth caused by the mean captain's unprecedented act of soft repentance.
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"Hey, Captain. Are you really alright?" Wong suddenly fell in step with Saint as they walked toward the class.
Saint glanced at Wong, then continued walking without replying.
Wong walked faster to meet Saint, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Alright, man, chill. I need to ask you for a favour," he said, blocking Saint's path.
"I know you need me out of your hair so..." he pulled two blue cards out of his pocket and handed them to Saint.
