Re: Sean and Mike
Sean, despite Savannah's best efforts, had sat the game out. Hand-to-hand combat training was one thing. But, he wasn't risking his hands on a game, no matter how persuasive the cheerleader. Sure, a guy could play with a busted finger, but bust up the joints often enough or badly enough and kiss your complicated fingerings good-bye. Sitting on the sidelines with a bottle of water, he was happy enough to still be comfortable there when the game broke up and everyone went for food and drinks to put back the energy they'd just expended.
"Not too bad," he replied, smiling a little as Westen approached him. "I'd say you didn't look too bad out there, but I'd have no idea if I was telling the truth or not." Music was too much his world. He barely remembered sports existed most days. As he'd told someone, he hadn't even gone to a school that even had a team, ever, at any point in his life.