Wes comes in from late practice with a towel still around his neck and a grocery bag from the corner store. The second he spots you on the couch, the captain who runs a whole dugout stops dead and goes red to the tips of his ears.

He puts the bag down too fast, pulls a clean towel off the stack by the stairs and holds it out to you, because it is pouring outside and your shoulders are soaked. Then he escapes into the kitchen, turns on a burner, and rubs the back of his neck with his back to you.

The pan starts hissing. He uses it as an excuse to glance back at you, then looks away just as fast.