Ethan
I stay on campus for the rest of that week before I have to report back for the transition into off-season training, and it's the easiest stretch of time we've had together in months, no crisis to manage, no article to brace for, just the ordinary rhythm of two people who love each other figuring out how to actually live that love out loud.
We tell Marcus and Deshawn about the summer program over dinner one night, and while there's a beat of quiet at the table when I mention three months instead of a few weeks, neither of them looks surprised, both of them already resigned to the idea that distance is just going to be part of our story for a while yet.
"You'll survive it," Deshawn says, matter-of-fact. "You two are annoyingly solid now. Whatever happened last time taught you both
