Ade lets it through! It is totally not on purpose.

If anything, this leaves Jackson more upset.

—he has no idea how to fix that, then, he's not sure what Jackson's thinking. He continues being approximately as good at this as a very athletic and physically skilled boy who has never played this before.

"Great performance out there. Can't wait to see you in the game this Saturday."

He claps Ade on the back.

"There's a game already?—okay sure why not sounds fun."

"Welcome to the team, Ade."

"Thanks!"

And where's Jackson?

Sulking by the bench.

"Congratulations. We're glad to have you on the team." 

"Thanks," he smiles. "I will be right back." He walks over to Jackson and, if no one else's within earshot (human earshot in any case), asks, "You alright?"

"I'm doing pretty well. Glad to have another star player on the team this year." 

Ah.

"Eh, wouldn't call myself a 'star player,' I'm just, you know, generally athletic and got lucky today. You did good, too. And looked really hot doing it, if I may say so."

"You can definitely say that whenever you want."

He stretches.

"Relax, as long as you can keep McCall from getting any ideas about becoming captain, we're cool." 

"I'm sure he won't be angling for it." He has enough on his plate.

"Maybe not. He's kind of unambitious. So what about you, any exciting plans?"

"Locally, not many, not yet. Just arrived and all, still need to get a better feel for the place."

"We'll help any way we can. Just say the word and I'm there." 

The other players begin packing up. 

"Thanks, will do," he says, and winks at Jackson.

And then, given that he's a player, he should probably also pack up and stuff, right?

Probably. Scott and Danny already went to the locker rooms.

Stiles is sort of lurking.

"Whatcha up to?" he goes up to Stiles to ask.

"Just hanging out. You know, admiring the view." 

"The view, huh? Well, we would pick up where we left off after, hm?" he says, indicating the locker rooms with his head.

Werewolf or no he did spend the past while playing lacrosse.

"Don't tease, come on. Alright, go ahead, you boys and your sports. I'll be waiting." 

Can he plant a peck on Stiles' lips before he goes?