He slid his hands sheepishly into his own pockets where they'd stay until he forgot his embarrassment or had to use them for something that wasn't theft. "As y'say, trouble!" He chuckled but it still didn't sound right, he didn't sound crazed anymore at least but it was hollow and strained. He'd meant it jokingly, twisting his own words to suggest that he'd been up to mischief rather than being in actual serious trouble although the latter was closer to the truth.

"I 'eard you made it to the World Cup?" Spryly still wasn't completely over that missed opportunity and it hurt every time he thought about the World Cup that summer but he was numb to it enough by now that it was preferable to the gnawing embarrassment still churning in the pit of his stomach.

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