Page 37 of The Lies We Play

Liv: Typical athlete. Afraid of emotional accountability before noon.

Creed: [photo of a hotel room window at dusk, Toronto skyline, gold and grey]

Creed: View from room 1804. Nap, then game.

Liv: The CN Tower looks like it's apologizing for something.

Creed: It always looks like that. National posture.

Liv: Please don’t acclimate to it. You already apologize with your eyebrows.

Creed: I don’t apologize with my eyebrows.

Liv: You absolutely do.

Creed: My eyebrows are confident.

Liv: Your eyebrows once apologized because I beat you at Scrabble.

Creed: You used “qi.”

Liv: It was legal.

Creed: It was suspicious.

Liv: Losing is hard. I’m here if you need support.

Creed: Skate at 10. Media at 11. Nap at 2. You?

Liv: Lab at 1. Exam tomorrow at 9. I may be dead by Friday.

Creed: You won't be dead.

Liv: You don't know that.

Creed: I know you.

Liv: That was either comforting or arrogant.

Creed: Both.

Liv: Efficient.

Liv: I've watched it.

Creed: The game?

Liv: Yes, the game. James had it on at the bar. I told him I was there for the game, and he said, “Sure you are, kid,” and gave me a Sprite anyway. I’m researching.

Creed: Research what?

Liv: You.

Creed: Ah.

Liv: I now understand what "icing" is. You’re welcome.

Creed: We’ve been working on that for three weeks.