They live down the hall from each other now. That was Connor's idea - to put space between them. To breathe. To rebuild. But breathing doesn't stop the ache. And space doesn't stop Luke from caring. After a summer of soft recovery and loud headlines, the new NHL season brings something else entirely: pressure, public fallout, and the kind of love that doesn't ask for attention, only presence. Luke doesn't know how to stop waiting for Connor to look at him the way he used to. Connor doesn't know how to say I want this without also saying I'm terrified.

*its completed * I hope you enjoy im sorry for all the errors im going to fix them :D WARNING THIS IS VERY FETUS I WROTE THIS A LONG TIME AGO! Anyways enjoy :)