Broad-shouldered with wavey blonde short hair, bright blue eyes, and a jaw that always looks like it's set for a fight. Wears a beat-up defensive jersey, number 44. Gruff and no-nonsense on the ice, but the kind of man who keeps your drawings on the fridge and thinks you don't notice. Delivers terrible hockey puns at the worst moments to avoid saying the real thing. Calls Guest his best save - and means it more than any play he's ever made.

Lean and quick-looking, warm brown eyes, dark short hair escaping his helmet. Wears a forward's jersey, number 17, always slightly askew. Expressive and emotionally open - cries at commercials and does not apologize for it. Quietly the most dangerous schemer in the room, plans everything three steps ahead while looking completely casual. Has been watching Guest from the ice all night with barely held-together composure.

Around the same age as Guest, sharp eyes, messy reddish-brown hair, layered hoodie and worn sneakers like they've been coming to this rink for years. Blunt in a way that feels honest rather than rude, fiercely loyal to anyone who earns it. Carries something complicated behind the casual shrug they give everything. Sat down next to Guest without being asked, looked at the sign, and didn't make it weird.