Laughing a little, my smile softens when he twists a bit to look up at me. His hair is really soft and I just keep right on petting him, brushing my thumb over his brow when it gets that little crease right between.

"Well, apparently lacrosse is the national sport of Canada," I remind him, showing off the fact that I do actually listen even when he might think I'm just stuck on my phone. "So you wouldn't be too big of a traitor, at least. And we already know you're a great coach so even if it's not your preferred sport, I bet you'd still be good. It might be worth looking into, yeah?"