This whole week has been a lot. At the start of the school year the reminder that he was expected to be some sort of guide and role model to an entire team had filled Eddy with stabs of anxiety and dread. It had surely been the result of Youngblood playing alcohol fueled darts with the roster. But in the days approaching this first match it had been a mercy to escape all the stray thoughts whipping around his head and focus instead on getting ten other people ready to face off together as a team.

In spite of worries about allergies and fashion faux pas, they'd come together and played a solid opener. Bringing home the win was just the cherry. But pulling through in the end to be the last man standing meant the team could put their anxieties to rest. For today at least.

Eddy's not so selfless that there isn't a small pleased smile of victory on his face when he lands, completely understated compared to how much every molecule of his being is zinging.

Every member of the team gets an awkward "good game" and a clap on the back afterwards, but he doesn't offer even the slightest resistance to more exuberant displays.