Troy heard them talk about natural operators and other stuff, but he was good at tuning people out. You had to when you were on a court, playing to the last second. He shifted closer, for once appreciating these seats instead of the pilot ones.
He put both arms around Sean, kissing his cheek while he gently covered the injured hand. "Are you sure? Or were you in too much pain to feel it?" Troy hadn't complained the day before, knowing that Sean had needed to play, but he had overdone it considering how long he'd been missing, and Troy was worried that it would cause a setback. "You'll pace yourself from now on, right?'