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Do you need me to call you? We can talk until you fall asleep?

NOAH:

I’d like that.

Incoming call from Beck to Noah’s phone

Saturday, September 20th 2pm PT

1 new message to Beck from Quinn

QUINN:

Noah is a nervous wreck.

BECK:

First preseason game, so I knew he would be. But he’ll be okay once he gets on the ice.

QUINN:

I wish you were here.

BECK:

I do, too.

QUINN:

You could get on a plane?

BECK:

Noah still hasn’t told anyone on the team about me, right? Or your families?

QUINN:

Noah says he’s still working on it—he’s been spending a lot of time on the phone with his agent lately. I don’t know what he’s doing, but he said it’s a surprise. I’ll talk to him again. He knows I’m getting restless.

BECK:

It needs to be his choice.

QUINN:

I know. You know I’d tell my family and every single person I meet in a heartbeat, right? I almost told my mom the other day.

BECK:

I know, Quinn.

QUINN:

I miss you. Noah does, too.

BECK:

I’ve got to go. Text me later, after the game.