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Lyrin watched the interaction between Billy and his mother with a slight smile. He rolls his eyes slightly, "Like I said. He'd crush me. Two tackles in and I was sure I was going to bruise. I playing Basketball for a reason. No contact." He points at Billy, "I am never helping you with your tackles again." He grins slightly.
His gaze flicked to Billy's father, his green eyes dimming slightly. He takes a breath and then swallows, "My parents died on the night of a big game. I caused my team to lose it, and then three more games after that. I was kicked off the team after that. . . I decided to focus on my studies." He picks up his fork, fidgeting with it. He could remember his coach's words, blaming Lyrin for his decline in focus. Blaming him for letting the grief overcome him like that. When, really, Lyrin should have been benched during that time, he shouldn't have been playing.
His gaze flicked to Billy's father, his green eyes dimming slightly. He takes a breath and then swallows, "My parents died on the night of a big game. I caused my team to lose it, and then three more games after that. I was kicked off the team after that. . . I decided to focus on my studies." He picks up his fork, fidgeting with it. He could remember his coach's words, blaming Lyrin for his decline in focus. Blaming him for letting the grief overcome him like that. When, really, Lyrin should have been benched during that time, he shouldn't have been playing.