Freddie's mouth opened. He knew the words he should say. I want to play with you. He just couldn't seem to get the word 'want' out in front of Sergievsky, though. He couldn't do it. So instead, he shook his head. "I'm just watching the competition."

He folded his arms across his chest. Sergievsky wasn't the competition anymore, not really, but at the same time, he was the only competition that Freddie had. There didn't seem to be anyone else who could live up to their experience and it was frustrating always having to go back to the same source for a little challenge. What was even more frustrating was that they seemed to be evenly matched, no matter what Freddie did.