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“I’m just hoping, you know, that this captain thing will just— I don’t know— make everything feel alive again,” Napoleon says, ripping apart a napkin, thrumming with restless energy, “I love hockey, I’ll always love it, I’ll always be it, but. God. I don’t know. Sometimes, it just feels like I’m skating in circles, seeing nothing but the same boards every time.”
A fic about falling in love, depression, therapy and recovery, in an ice-hockey trench coat.