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When Colin woke on Bradley’s couch, he sat up and tried to untangle himself from the blanket. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned and asked “Who won?”
Chuckling, Bradley messed up Colin’s hair even further. “Nobody.”
“Huh?” Colin didn’t know much about soccer aside from the fact that he didn’t like it. He didn’t even know why he’d come over to Bradley’s place to watch the opening ceremony and the opening game of the Euro Championship. So it was just natural that he’d fallen asleep somewhere along the way.
“1:1”
“Oh...who played?”
Bradley laughed and held the bowl of crisps out to him. “You’re hopeless, Morgan.”