"Mmm...well we'll get you more of it, okay?" He smiled, raising a hand to brush through Isaac's hair. He liked to spoil him, as much as he could; it bothered him, knowing all the shit that had gone down, after his brother died and his mom left.

No one deserved that.

Letting out a breath as the pain eased up, he brushed his thumb over Isaac's lips absently. "Well it's not like I'm good enough to go to college on a scholarship for it, and it isn't like being in sports has made me popular..." He hated quitting anything though--he had been getting better, after all.

But yeah, the injuries sucked, he hated how half his team mates treated him, and it bothered Isaac a lot, too.