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slipping through my fingers (don't you dare) by Antiisocial_lover
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
14 Jun 2026
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"Quinn." Jack said his name the way he had on the dock, the day they arrived, not the punchline-setup version, not the performed version, but the real one, the younger-brother one, the version that meant I see you. "I'm sorry."
Quinn looked at him. "Don't be," he said. "I mean it. This is what makes sense."
"It's not-" Jack exhaled, hard, through his nose, rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not that we don't want you around."
"I know," Quinn said.
"It's a hockey thing."
"I know, Jack."
"Because if it wasn't a hockey thing—"
"It's a hockey thing," Quinn said, and there was something in his voice that was not quite patience and not quite the other thing, something in between, that closed the sentence gently but firmly. "I understand. Really. It's a hockey thing and it makes sense and Minnesota is going to be great."