I'm an addict for dramatics (I confuse the two for love)

Neil opened the blister pack and shook out a pill, placing it under his tongue to let it dissolve. The unpleasant taste coated the back of his throat, and Neil accepted the water bottle Wymack handed him next to wash it out.“Tetsuji called,” he said. A peace offering as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.Wymack’s face set into a frown. “When?”“This morning." The grin he gave was habit rather than a side effect, bitter and defeated. "The Ravens are coming south.”Wymack went still, and then cursed, a show of weakness no coach worth his paycheck would allow. “There goes the championship.” “Like you ever had a shot at it. The Foxes are the worst team in the nation.”Neil expected anger for being out of line, but Wymack only side-eyed him. “I’ve got a piece of paper that says you’re a Fox," he said, like it was a rebuttal, rather than proof of how far Neil had fallen. "What does that make you?”"Delusional,” Neil replied with a pointed shake of his pills.