"You're just saying that because you won," he groused, raising an eyebrow as Comrie blew a raspberry at him.  He really didn't need the mental images the gesture brought to mind, but he managed to stamp them down.

 

"Yeah well, you played well, but we all know the better team won."  York snorted- he wouldn't even bother answering that.

 

Comrie shouldered his bag and they began to walk out of the arena and into the night, chatting amicably about their plans for the summer.  York was mostly trying to stay in shape for whatever training camp he would go to, and Comrie would be heading back to Edmonton to visit his family.

 

He was nervous as all hell about the draft, but he had his fingers crossed, and that was all he could do now.  He tried not to spend too much time thinking about it, because then he began to obsess and worry, which wasn't the best thing for him to do.

 

"So..." Comrie said as they reached the parking lot, stopping to turn and face him, "I guess I won't see you next year."

 

"I guess not."  York scuffed a foot on the ground, trying to think of something safe to say.  "I guess I'll see you around then."

 

"Yeah."  There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, and York couldn't help fidgeting slightly.  Would hugging him be too obvious or too forward, because at the moment he really wanted to...

 

He took a half step forward before he could stop himself, and was surprised as Comrie did the same.  They both laughed nervously, York was sure he was red as a tomato, but after a few more aborted attempts, he was pulled into a pair of strong arms.

 

He let his eyes drift shut, enjoying the feel of having Comrie pressed up against him- he'd have to find that cologne, it smelled almost sinfully good.  "Promise me you'll call?"  Comrie murmured into his ear, breath hot against his neck, sending a chill up his spine.  He just hoped it wasn't too noticeable.

 

"Promise."  He pulled back, and for some reason Comrie was biting his lip and shifting from foot to foot as if he were wanted to say something, but wouldn't. 

 

"So..."

 

"So..."  There was a sudden burst of light as a car drove by, headlights passing over them in a sudden burst of light before receding back into the soft glow of the streetlights.  "I guess I'll see you around then."

 

"Yeah, I guess."  York debated briefly the merits of kissing him, but dismissed it as a bad idea very quickly.  "Bye."

 

"Bye."  There was a soft, shared smile between them before Comrie turned to walk back to his bus.  York tilted his head slightly to the side as he watched him go, unable to stop a soft sigh before turning to head back to his dorm.