Tyler's POV

I couldn't bring myself to look at Tuukka. I knew he was extremely embarrassed but I couldn't help it. He looked horrible. It was so bizarre to me that I just couldn't even form correct words.

"I-- Tuukka you--- I can't fucking," I was rolling on the floor. Literally. "You're gonna get, so much-- shit for this-- in the locker room!"

He was just hanging his head there, trying not to cry but laughing. Man card: revoked. Cara grabbed Tuukka by the arm and led him to the bathroom to take the makeup off, meaning I was left with Katie. Shit. Cara had told me all about her current mental state on the drugs, and being alone with her is not really... ideal. I never really have talked to her alone before.

I stood up off the ground and brushed off my shorts and sweatshirt, then cleared my throat.

"..Hey Katie."

"Hi Tyler. Suuuup?" she swung her arms and walked around aimlessly.

"..Nothing really. What's on your face?"

She giggled and replied, "lipstick."

I rolled my eyes, grabbed her arm and took her over to the sink. I ripped a piece of paper towel off the roll and wet it under the tap, then tried to wipe the lipstick off her face. She just kind of stood there.

"So what's up with the make up?"

"I wanted to make Tuukka sexy."

"Oh." I nodded and just kind of stood there awkwardly. I didn't really know what to say.

"What's with you and Cara?" She asked, smiling a bit.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you guys fuck buddies? Friends? Dating? ...the fuck dude."

"Uh.. I don't really know. That's kind of personal."

"Come on. She's my best friend, tell me ya pussy."

"I mean.. we've been on a few dates. I don't know." She nodded and looked at the ground. Shit. Is that bad? Shit. "Come on, let's see what's on tv," I suggested, desperately trying to change the subject and get her attention on something else. This is going to be a long day.

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Tuukka's POV

Cara grabbed my arm and led me to the bathroom, leaving Seguin rolling on the ground while my overmedicated delirious girlfriend was standing there. Lovely.

"Sit down, I'll take that off for you."

"What? It doesn't make me look sexy?" I questioned, smirking a bit as I sat on the toilet.

"Not exactly. So how was it?"

"It was okay. They told us everything we need to know, gave us the pills. I think she's still in a lot of pain but she's so medicated she doesn't notice it. We got back here and she didn't even want to walk. We watched a movie for an hour and then things started to get weird," I finished by pointing to my face. Cara laughed a little as she wiped a wet pad over my cheek then put it on the counter and looked at me.

"That's great, but it's not what I'm asking. I'm asking how you are."

"I don't know. Basically everyone on the team has been nerv--"

"No, Tuukka. You."

I hesitated for a bit. "...I don't really know. I feel so immensely bad for Katie because I haven't been there, and she deserves better than that. The entire team and fanbase is depending on me as their star goalie to not fuck up and the guys think I'm slowly going on a downward spiral. Plus if we didn't win that game yesterday... I don't even know what kind of position I'd be in right now. I've gotten ten hours of sleep in the past three days and I feel guilty because I'm out getting drunk celebrating while Katie's in emergency surgery. I've been worried sick the past few days and it really sucks because I hate to see her hurt again."

She looked at me for a few seconds then said, "you're a real good guy, Tuukka."

Then she paused for a minute and a questioning look slowly grew on her face. Shit, what did I say? She opened her mouth a bit, and simply said:

"Again?"

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Notes

OH SHIT

(sorry this one's a bit short)

i'm in a party mood. so here we have:

jonathan toews back in the day

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new seguin picture don't ask me how i got it