Although it's the last game of the season, and although he should probably care more about how he did, hockey isn't something Ira wants to pursue beyond next year. Scoring no goals today isn't the worst thing. He was watching Spencer show off instead, which might be why his neck was so sore now. He rubs at it once, and then forgets it. He's quick to take his skates off, congratulating everyone (especially Hazel) once, and then making probably too much of a beeline toward Spencer. We should talk are frightening words that usually send him running, which is ironic because he does so much of it normally. He's nervous, but until right exactly now, his hands and feet have both been occupied.

Now, he's forced to be still and to actually approach Spencer, grinning like an idiot at the ground. No. Not the right direction. He tilts his head upward, because being shy is stupid. It's still just Spencer. Jesus. "Good game." (Even if it wasn't, for them, not really,) "Should we...wanna take the long way back?"