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“I’m sorry,” Georgia says, her voice soft. “We would like to thank you for all your contributions to the Falconers. You will be missed in Providence. We wish you all the best with the Houston Aeros, and know that you will have a great career there. They’ll need you in Houston for tomorrow night’s game.”
(It's just hockey. Nothing personal.)
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Maybe if they were married, or even just out, it would be different, more like the relationships his teammates have. But they’re not, and they can’t be. Even if he doesn’t think he’d actually be unable to play professional hockey—there’s laws against that, he thinks—he knows it won’t be good for his career, either, to come out right now. And he’s not strong enough right now, he just can’t do it, he can’t face the scrutiny and the media and the slurs and the screaming fans, even though he knows how much Bitty hates that their relationship is closeted.
When they try to take a break from not-fighting, Bitty chatters away about the Samwell team, and Jack closes his eyes in defeat. He doesn’t know at least half of the people Bitty is talking about, and they haven’t talked in so long that he doesn’t know any of the stories Bitty is trying to reference either, and by the time he makes a fourth false start, Jack knows they’re both thinking the same thing.
“Jack,” Bitty says, his voice breaking, and Jack agrees heavily, “Yeah.”
They’re both crying by the time it’s done. They agree they can probably be friends, after they get some space.
It’s for the best. Bitty can have his full life in Providence, with a job and some of the Samwell guys close and maybe someday a real boyfriend who he can hold hands with on the street.
Jack can have his hockey.
It’s just hockey, Jack thinks. Nothing personal.
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