He lost his second game in a row and hasn’t scored in four games and it’s getting to him. The media is tearing him to shreds and he can’t figure out what about his game is off. Scott has tried switching up his routine, his warm ups, his pre game meal, but nothing is clicking. Nothing is working.

He slinks into the apartment, briefly forgetting he doesn’t live alone when he sees a familiar figure curled up on the couch reading.

Hey…He offers in greeting but it doesn’t nearly hold as much light and love as usual.