A Good Fit
i don’t actually know how or when to stop.
more of “All My Friends Are Here,” featuring Jack/Tater.
wtf do i even tag this?
also on a03
Late-October roadies are the worst. Jack is used to the cold and the darkness of oncoming winter but that doesn’t mean he likes it, and all the traveling in between hockey games makes him feel twice as worn out.
When the Falcs are on the road, Jack does his best to take care of himself. He sleeps, eats, Skypes Bitty, and checks in with himself every morning and throughout the day to find out where he is on the spectrum of stress. He knows himself by now, and although the whole point of anxiety is that it sometimes bites without warning, there are certain things he can do to reduce the chances of it rearing its ugly head.
One of those things is staying in contact with people he cares about. People who remind him that he’s not alone.
Recently, Kenny has become one of those people.
They’ve been friends (again) for almost a year, now. When they first took the plunge back into civil conversation, it was stiff and awkward. They were different people and they had to learn how to treat each other as adults with control over their lives, not underage kids thrown into a hockey-fame pressure cooker and seasoned liberally with teenage hormones. Kent’s still kind of a dick but he’s finally making a concentrated effort not to be, and Jack is trying his best not to let the hurtful history between them color his judgement of Kent’s actions now. He wants Kent to be his friend. He never really hated Kent; just how hard Kent always had to make things.
It was one of the weirdest moments of his life, finding out that Tater and Kent were dating.
Tater. Tater and Kent.
And then, a month ago, Tater and Kent and Bitty.
Jack’s almost glad they’ve started the regular season and he’s got an excuse to be fully distracted by hockey.