"Bits, there's nothing to be done," I say gently, sliding my hands up under his shirt to rest against his sides. "I can spend my time pining for something I can't have, or I can glad for what I do have."

It's a mature approach, I think, and one that I'm trying to adhere to. "I'll always miss hockey. Always. But if I get to have you like this, it's a pretty fair trade."