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    “Mic’ing us up? Did I hear that right?” Hunter questions.

    “Someone in PR thought it would be funny to hear the three of you during all of your games,” Coach LeClaire explains, “The idea got out and spread like wildfire.”

    “Huh,” Hunter responds.

    “It would be funny to hear me,” Ilya corrects, “I am funny. The other two are boring.”

    He hears Hollander huff out a laugh and bump shoulders with him as Hunter continues to ask questions. Casually glancing over to the other man, he sees a small smile playing at his lips. His eyes, though, there was a gleam that he hadn’t seen before. He wasn’t certain what it could mean, but it couldn’t be good for Ilya.

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    Or what if Shane had stayed with Ilya that night in Boston?

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    We don’t have to-”

    Panic, bright and breathless, surged through every one of Shane’s nerve endings. “No, no, it’s fine, I can do it. I can be good, please, I’m-”

    He registered, distantly, that the sensible part of him had lost out, which was as embarrassing as the sting in his eyes. He had already fucked it up, given the obvious worry all over Ilya’s face as he rushed across the bed to him.

    “I can do it, I- I can do it right this time-”

    “Shane, please look at me.” Ilya’s hands came up to cup Shane’s cheeks, not letting him turn away. “Sweetheart. You have to tell me what’s going through your head right now, okay?”

    Shane knew, with his entire being, that he could ask for reassurance, for a kiss, for the fucking armchair to be taken back to the living room, but the dread from another lifetime was choking out the words, leaving them strangled in his stomach down where it had dropped.

    Shane vs the cuck chair round two (the chair loses)

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    “Ilya,” he breathes into Shane's open, slightly panting mouth. Shane jostles their position, pointing his thumb at his own chest in an exaggerated manner.

    “Shane,” he replies. Quietly, like it's a request, not a statement. Ilya's eyes gentle, and he kisses Shane's nose.

    “Shane.”

    Or: another "Shane stays post-tuna melt scene" fic.

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