Blindsided

chapter 5

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Patrick

It was hard for him while Jon was out, and not just because he was moved to center (not that that wasn’t difficult for him). But more because during the beginning, he couldn’t see Jonny. Those first two weeks were torture for him. Sure, they’ve spent good amounts of time apart before, mostly because they were thousands of miles away. Never have they had to be apart for so long while they were both in Chicago. It really tears Patrick up. Being moved to center, something he hasn’t played as for years, made it just that much worse. He doesn’t do too bad though, because once he is allowed back over at Jon’s, he gives Pat a lot of advice on where to do, what to do and what to avoid. Jon is actually a pretty decent teacher. Who would have thought. (Not Patrick that’s who.)

Pat knows that he could have done better while Jon was out, but Jon keeps telling him about how well he did considering that he was moved into a different position, which makes any of Pat’s worries just disappear. It’s not that he never gets praise from Jon, but he is used to being told that he can do better; that he can be better. Which is really a form of praise in itself. Point being that Jon usually tries to act like Pat is the worst, and it works for them. They tend to keep each other’s egos slightly in tact. (They still have huge egos, but if one of them gets too far out of hand, the other is right there to hit them with reality. Or just hit them either one.)

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“Want a beer?” Pat calls from the kitchen of his condo to where Jon is sitting in his living room. He came over unannounced (not that it bothered Pat since he did it quite often) and was now taking over part of Pat’s sectional. 

“Only if its not your gross kind.” Pat isn’t sure why Jon is even here. He hasn’t been over to Pat’s place since before his injury, so its a little weird to Pat that he would be here now. While he takes a moment to think about what could be on Jon’s mind, he grabs two beers, one of his not-at-all-gross kind, and one of Jon’s favorites that he keeps a case of in Pat’s fridge for nights like these.

“Dude why are you even here?”

“I can’t come and visit my favorite asshole?”

“Nope. So tell me why you’re really here.” Pat hands Jon is beer then goes and thumps down on his half of the sectional. Once he gets comfortable he stares at Jon, waiting.

Jon takes a few slow drags of his beer, Pat knows he is doing it just to piss him off. Pat kicks him lightly, which seems to break Jon out of his trance. “Getting cleared for contact tomorrow.”

Pat isn’t entirely sure that he just heard correctly so he just gapes and says “what?”

“What asshole? Haven’t you been paying attention? I’m fine now.” A huge wave of relief hits Pat hard enough to make him recoil. The team managed to get them a playoff position without him, but having Jon back will do wonders for the team, not to mention it will put Pat back at right wing.

Once he registers exactly what all of this means, Pat smirks at him and pats his thigh. “About time, Capn’.” 

Jon just rolls his eyes and grunts, but a small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth the moment Patrick’s hand lands on his leg. Or was Pat just imagining that?