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"Your boy seems a little less angry today," Aaron chuckled as we finished off practice. We had all sort of divided ourselves into little groups to finish off stretches. We had a session with physiotherapists afterwards which didn't mean we were free to leave immediately.
I grinned and eyed Connor who was having a laugh with Joseph. It was the first practice I wasn't called a raging fucking bullock or an idiot of a bellend. He was very creative with his insults. Practice had a lighter air to it and even though we did disagree here and there it was calmer.
It felt good to not be hated upon and feeling that deathly glare across the field every five minutes. Connor himself seemed to look younger within seconds. He looked younger than thirty. Being nasty and hateful got no one anything besides wrinkles.
Pa always stressed that.
"I think the holiday did him some good," I shrugged as I stretched out to reach my toes. "Something must have calmed his arse down."
