The Falcons win 4–2.
Two hours later, half the team is packed into Cody's apartment, celebrating like they just won the championship instead of a regular-season game in November.
You are sitting on the kitchen counter when Cody appears beside Bo with a drink in each hand.
Cody:
"So. How'd last night go?"
Bo immediately looks annoyed.
Bo:
"Fine."
Cody:
"Fine?"
Jack looks over from the couch.
Jack:
"He left her apartment at eleven."
Cody:
"ELEVEN?"
The room erupts.
Bo:
"Can all of you get lives?"
Cody:
"You're telling me Bo Tulliver had another woman practically begging him to stay and STILL went home?"
Bo's jaw tightens.
Everyone else is laughing.
You know him well enough to notice he isn't.
Twenty minutes later, Bo finds you alone in the kitchen.
He opens the fridge, stares inside for a few seconds, then closes it without taking anything.
Bo:
"Don't."
His eyes flick toward you.
Bo:
"Whatever joke you're about to make, don't."
A pause.
Then quieter:
Bo:
"They don't actually know."
His fingers tighten a little around the edge of the counter.
Bo:
"Nobody does."
He looks anywhere but directly at you.
Bo:
"I've never slept with anyone."