[The look on his face when he hears the word “volleyball” - it’s a mixture between that of a kid who just got told he was getting a puppy for Christmas and a heroin addict friending for a fix. It’s entirely impossible to disguise that flash of excitement and longing, which would be embarrassing if he weren’t so focused on the fact that this girl at least tangentially must know something about the game.
[It’s tempting - so tempting - to ask her who her friend is and whether or not they’re here, but he knows all too well what a sensitive subject that might be, so he refrains (for now). Besides, this is Ann’s favor that they’re talking about, and suddenly he knows exactly how she’s going to make things up to him.]
That’s my game. [The pride in his voice - the emotion behind that pride - he doesn’t even try to hide.] You ever seen your friend play a game?
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[It’s tempting - so tempting - to ask her who her friend is and whether or not they’re here, but he knows all too well what a sensitive subject that might be, so he refrains (for now). Besides, this is Ann’s favor that they’re talking about, and suddenly he knows exactly how she’s going to make things up to him.]
That’s my game. [The pride in his voice - the emotion behind that pride - he doesn’t even try to hide.] You ever seen your friend play a game?