“ a support system is a support system only if you talk to them. if i learned one thing from therapy it’s that. that’s coming from the stubbornness man on that couch each session. ” joking softly, he’s trying. “ they can’t help if they don’t know whats going on. ”
letting jessie take as long as he needed to find his words. giving the other a small nod. “ i can imagine. you have a support system right? ” he knows how most hockey players feel about therapists.
“But,” he over exaggerates, “i’m going to have to see my parents all the time. that’s how worlds was and i almost-“ he stops himself.
“it’s hard.” he offers after a long moment of silence.
“i know, it’s not like im angry.” he sighs, leaning against his stick, “he��s a good player. he’s going to be great in the team.” he states , just looking down at the ice
“ fuck them. they don’t matter. ” akira said it so matter of factly. “ as for your brother, don’t take it out on him if he doesn’t know . . . and if he does then that’s a different story. ” laughing. “ god if my therapist could hear me giving her advice. ”
he hesitates, his jaw clenching. “no. i don’t think so anyway.” his next pick isn’t as powerfully shot. sighing. “i mean, i don’t even know if my parents recognized me. i could be nobody to them. i already Am nobody to them.”
“i didn’t even know he existed until right before worlds.” he slapshots another puck, skating to the next closest. “and he’s my parents son.” hitting the next one harder, missing the goal and not even caring.
jessie watched him shoot his own puck, turning his own stick in his hand. “my brother got picked in the draft. here.” he says flatly, lining up another shot
“ and now more recently feelings — ” shooting a puck once jessie was clear of the net. “ the point is, if you aren’t going to talk to anyone about what’s going on in your head tell it to the pucks as leave it out on the ice. ”
jessie skated after the puck, sweeping it up with his stick to bring it back to around the center of the ice. he glances at akira for a moment, debating on spilling his guts out too
“ like for me — i’m constantly worried about who’s gonna be signing my next paycheck next season. ( if * ) im going to even have a job. ” a small shrug, watching jessie shoot the puck.
jessie nods faintly, now just moving along the ice since akira ‘got’ what he was being shown. “yeah..” he sighs out, slapping the puck directly into the net as hard as he possibly could
passing another pick to jessie for him to shoot to him. “ i always find it easy to clear my mind when im in the ice. it’s why im always here. it’s too fucking loud up there. ”
humming softly, taking his corrections before shooting towards the net again. noticing he was giving jessie something else to focus on. “ how was that one ? ”
“ how do you manage a backhand to the net from this far back? ”
humming softly, sending another puck towards the net. purposefully missing, hoping jessie would take the bait and correct him.