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“Can I talk to you?”Sean glances up. A nervous looking kid, probably a rookie, is hovering by his locker. “Sure.”“You said something a couple years ago -” the kid starts, and Sean’s immediately on the defensive.“Look, man, whatever I said to you, I’m sorry,” Sean says, laughing, trying to make a joke of it. The kid doesn’t smile though; it sets Sean on edge.“No, I mean -” The kid glances about the lockerroom quickly before continuing, sotto voce. “About Brian Burke’s son. How you’d stand behind a guy if - if he was like that.”Suddenly, Sean understands completely.