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“Rooting for a team doesn’t always mean that you need them to win; sometimes you just want to see them fight, do their best, or even just keep showing up. Sometimes you want to look at a guy and say: Well, he’s fucked, but he’s trying.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“Please,” Eddie says, a little desperately, like he isn’t quite sure what he’s asking for.
“I have you.” Mark kisses Eddie hard, then, making it filthy enough that Eddie can’t possibly miss his intent. He presses the length of his body flush against Eddie’s.
“Mark, please,” Eddie whines against Mark’s mouth.
“Shh. We have time.”
“I—I know, but I—Mark”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“Last year – and all the years before it, ever since Little League – batting felt almost peaceful. Not effortless – God knows it wasn’t effortless – but natural. But there’s nothing natural or peaceful about hitting a projectile that’s coming for you at nearly a hundred miles an hour. There’s a violence that baseball, at its best, disguises in a way that other sports leave out in the open. Baseball has a way of looking like fun even when it’s grueling. Eddie thinks that he had to get to the root of the ugliness in order to play the game again. He had to see it for what it is. Maybe he had to find something to fight.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“It’s not pity,” Eddie says. “And I don’t think I could have a single feeling about you that’s wasted.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky