"It's not about that, it matters for other people still. We have to do well. You think a losing streak is good? Shit, Ed, it's not. They'd be screwed over and it'd be on me if I played bad and -- fuck." He was stressing himself out, he knew it. He paced back and forth, more worked up than he needed to be, fighting off his irritability and panic. He wasn't sure why it got to him, it just did. The idea of things going wrong the one time he'd slack off - it was a nightmare.

"I'm just stressed, I don't know. It's not just sport, it's life." Whatever. He had a lot of stuff going on, none of which he'd share with Ed but it was nice to rant to someone. He turned to Edward and half smiled, trying to be upbeat. "Sorry I got so angry..."