Chapter 18Danny scrolls through his shiny new i********: account, liking all the pictures from Nationals with a bittersweet sigh.
Nico looks at his phone screen and puts a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Look at it this way,” he says. “You gave someone a chance at gold that they wouldn’t have had if you’d been there.”
“Thanks,” Danny says, considering this. “That helps, I think.”
“Win it back next year,” Nico tells him. “For now, break’s over. Time to focus on the Euros.”
Danny spends the month and a half between the Final and the Euros working hard enough that he barely sees Noah, let alone Noemi. They make do with late-night phone calls while icing and the scattered meme sent on breaks during the day.
Noah: I want to see you at the Euros
Noah: I miss you
Danny: I know, I miss you too
