[It isn't, ironically, that Ben hadn't always tried to be a happy child, a calm person; it's that his familiarity with the condition is passing at best, with no concept about how to keep and protect it. He watches Alex and the ball with the same kind of enthusiasm, gaze intensely focused, at the same time as he shifts his weight lightly between the balls of his feet in readiness.
Ben doesn't need warning - head back to track it, he's under it without much difficulty, dumping it immediately out of his glove to toss it back, again with a lazy, high arc to it and sharp-eyed expectancy.]
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Ben doesn't need warning - head back to track it, he's under it without much difficulty, dumping it immediately out of his glove to toss it back, again with a lazy, high arc to it and sharp-eyed expectancy.]
Come on!