Derek sticks the red bow on my head and I laugh, reaching up to touch it lightly, but otherwise leaving it there as I watch him unwrap the helmet.
"Speaking as someone who's had a concussion once already, no one is ever hard-headed enough," I tell him, reaching out to adjust the straps a little once he has it on. "Here, did you notice this?" I ask, slipping the helmet carefully off his head to show him the writing on the back, the little number 3 in white block font with 'HALE' right below it.
"I was number 15 back home. Our captain, of course, was 1. I chose 3 for you because, uhm. Well. Because of the triskele, honestly. Is that weird?" I ask, feeling suddenly unsure, suddenly a little bit like I shouldn't have done it or said anything about it at all. Maybe I should've kept my reasoning a secret instead of reminding Derek, once again, just how much I know about his past. I can't imagine how weird that must be for him.
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"Speaking as someone who's had a concussion once already, no one is ever hard-headed enough," I tell him, reaching out to adjust the straps a little once he has it on. "Here, did you notice this?" I ask, slipping the helmet carefully off his head to show him the writing on the back, the little number 3 in white block font with 'HALE' right below it.
"I was number 15 back home. Our captain, of course, was 1. I chose 3 for you because, uhm. Well. Because of the triskele, honestly. Is that weird?" I ask, feeling suddenly unsure, suddenly a little bit like I shouldn't have done it or said anything about it at all. Maybe I should've kept my reasoning a secret instead of reminding Derek, once again, just how much I know about his past. I can't imagine how weird that must be for him.