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But Erling waves away whatever it is that he would have said, and slips his hand into the crook of Jude’s elbow. “I am jesting, my friend. You will have to tell me all about Madrid, and I only shall mourn the loss of your companionship a little, as is right. Come, let’s find our seats while I nurse my broken heart.” Jude laughs, and it unwinds something brittle inside of him, that cold uncertainty of questions unasked and unanswered that have been gathering between them like sediment, ever since last year. It’s easy to dismiss, with Erling washed in golden light, smiling like he is as relieved to see Jude as Jude is to see him. It’s easy, precariously easy, to call all the choices that have brought them here into question. It's the Ballon d'Or 2023, one of football's most prestigious awards, and both Jude and Erling are nominated. It's the first time that they're meeting off the pitch since Erling left for Manchester a year ago. Inevitably, their reunion takes a turn.

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