"Cheer you on? Sorry, missing the skirt and the pom-poms for that." Ah, at least his voice came out dry and sarcastic, even if his mind had thought the momentary detour into a fictional land where he was the star player's love interest, wearing his jacket and kissing him after victory was somehow necessary, even though it very much wasn't. His heart was beating fast and he had to meet Harvey's eyes and, damn. It really wasn't fair. "I can sit on the bleachers. Just make sure to be good, then I'll look up when people chant your name or something."