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Dylan had already been feeling shitty over the bad loss, more than normal, but being planted in front of a screen showing Connor kick ass just over a week after his comeback amplified it even further. “Dude, ease up,” Mitch said, his eyebrows scrunching together as he glanced over Dylan thoughtfully. Dylan looked down and finally noticed his white knuckles, the death grip he was holding his fork with. He dropped it abruptly and scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to snap out of it. “You know you can trust me, right? What’s up?” Maybe it was because it had really gotten to be too much—Connor ignoring him, moving on, the stilted and awkward conversations he and Connor had when he was home two months ago, like they had fallen out of practice with each other—or maybe it had been the way Mitch looked at him like he legitimately cared. (Dylan knew he still cared even now. He did.) Whatever it was, Dylan cracked and told him everything.

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