Van eased down to the bench and kept his knee bent so his foot wouldn't touch the ground. It hurt to just hang there, though, so he turned and straddled the bench, carefully stretching out his leg straight to rest his ankle on the bench. Brendan was back before he knew it, and Van winced and kept his mouth firmly shut while the taller boy applied the ice.
His dark eyes flashed up at Brendan's apology, but he didn't trust his own voice to answer until some of the pain started to ease. Finally he relaxed enough to reply. "It's fine, shut up. I put my ankle down wrong and you charged me. Which is totally a foul, by the way." Van smirked and shrugged, hoping to ease some of Brendan's worries. The guy seemed overly upset about this. "That's sports for you."