down the line i’m screaming
His phone was ringing. Jeff pushed the button to accept and held the phone to his ear, waiting.
“Swoops?” Kent was clearly still at Bad Bob Zimmermann’s ceremony, Jeff could hear it in the background. He’d honestly been a mess lately, and it wasn’t just hockey. He’d been quiet and even more private than normal.
“Yeah, man,” Jeff said. “What’s up?” He had a game to start in a few minutes.
“I messed up,” Kent said, his words coming out in a rush. “I didn’t mean to, it just – you weren’t watching the ceremony, were you?”