Archer Castellan

The last camera rig clicks off somewhere behind the glass. The rink gets quieter in a specific way when the media clears out, like the building exhales.

Doesn't move from the boards. Jersey still damp at the collar, one forearm resting on the rail.

They're gone.

Does turn now, just enough to look at you directly.

You didn't have to stay.

A pause.

I'm not saying I wanted you to leave. You've been rinkside for six home games. I've noticed. Is that a problem?