“I ran into Kori yesterday… I think.” Sometimes the days, depending on what was going on, bled together. “She was walking her cell block.” Seemed a little restless too, but that wasn’t any of Silas’ business. She had siblings to check in on her, and things were still a little strained between them since Mike died. “He looked really good. No sign of catching what’s going around.” He hoped for Rae’s sake that he didn’t either. She didn’t need that kind of stress.
It was automatic that he tried to work out what Rae meant by that, but eventually he gave up and asked, “Yeah?” with raised eyebrows. There was no arguing the fact that blades and liquor were a bad combination, and with his track record it’s possible they’d end up in the infirmary, which would put a whole damper on the day. “Whiskey soup… sounds a little gross, actually,” he commented with a huffed laugh. He wasn’t a cook, so he didn’t have an answer for her. Yeah, he could cook, but nothing gourmet. Staples mostly. “Don’t they put wine in things?” It seemed like something he’d heard before.
If he was being honest, he still wasn’t completely used to overt statements like that from Rae, not now that their definitition had changed. Not that he minded. Not even in the slightest. “Thanks, babe,” he replied, settling into the hug. “I’d say the same about you, but yeah, you’re coats a little… marshmallow-y.” Was the only term he could come up with as she smiled at him. But he still had memories of that dress from New Year’s Eve, so he’d live.
True to what he thought, Rae had him figured out. “Yeah, yeah,” he brushed off her statement, just barely biting back some stupid statement like, ‘I totally love you’ because that really wasn’t the thing to say right now. Sometimes he felt like he was walking through landmines, but so far he’d made it out without screwing anything up.
“Nice,” he agreed, looking around for the little storage shed he’d thought someone had set up. He knew there were a couple hockey sticks around here, and a puck or two. He was serious about that offer he’d made. Luckily, it wasn’t that hidden and it only took him a couple seconds to spot it and head that way.
“Eleven,” he answered Rae after a second of thought. Usually he just went for what fit lately, it was hard to remember actual sizes. “And hockey skates if they’ve got ‘em.” He handled those better than the straight up figure skates.
A couple minutes of digging and he found everything he was looking for, gathering it all up before he headed back to Rae. He probably looked a fool trying to balance the sticks and the pucks with his broken arm, but he was managing it, and the only person around to laugh at him was Rae. He would have a hard time taking it personal if he did.
“Ready?” he asked, dropping the things near the rink.