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    “What are you wearing?” Ilya asks, his voice sounding strangled. 

    Shane looks down, confused. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I always–”

    “Why are you wearing your glasses?” Ilya interrupts, and Shane notices the tension in his entire body when he speaks. 

    “I ran out of contacts,” Shane says. 

    “So you are wearing glasses to practice?”

    “Yeah, it’s just one practice,” he says defensively, even though he’s done nothing wrong. “I’ll grab a pair of contacts from the eye doctor this afternoon."

    “Right,” Ilya says, his eyes laser-focused on Shane’s face as his lips set in a tight line. 

    “Is that a problem?” Shane quips, and it comes off kind of bitchy, but he’s so confused as to why Ilya would have any issue with him wearing his glasses to one practice. He normally loves Shane in glasses. 

    Ilya seems to shake himself out of whatever weird-ass mood he’d fall into. He smiles, but it looks strained. “Of course not. Let’s go.” 

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    Or, Shane has to wear his glasses to practice and Ilya absolutely cannot deal with it.

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    Ilya just looked him up and down slowly. “You do realize you’re wearing my coat right now, yes?”

    Shane glanced down at the sleeves covering his knuckles. “Oh. Huh. Must have grabbed it by mistake. We have similar… builds.”

    Shane does not steal.

    Unfortunately, Ilya keeps leaving jackets behind, and Shane keeps reaching for clothes that aren’t his - clothes that smell like smoke and safety.

    This is not a problem. It’s just a reasonable coping mechanism for bad games, and it definitely isn’t intimacy. Right?

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    Shane reached out without thinking, his fingers brushing against the rough fabric of Ilya’s jacket sleeve.

    Ilya flinched away. “Dun’ touch me!”

    Shane blinked, thrown. “What the - ”

    “I already have boyfriend!” Ilya declared, pulling his jacket around himself like a shield. “Are practically engaged!”

    Shane just stared. “Ilya. It’s me.”

    “Only my boyfriend may unwrap me.” Ilya announced. “Is respect.”

    Ilya gets drunk and refuses to be touched by anyone except his boyfriend. Unfortunately for Shane, Ilya does not realize his boyfriend is the one taking him home.

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    @ottawacentaurs
    Shane Hollander ranks hockey players; number five will surprise you!

    “Who’s the third?” Shane asked with seemingly genuine confusion.
    “What?”
    “The third player.” Shane clarified, “In the big three of active players? I mean it’s me and Ilya, right?”
    Amelia nodded mutely whilst Luca Haas, who had been asked the question, stared at Shane with wide eyes.
    “So, who’s the third?” Shane’s face took on a contemplative look.
    “Scott Hunter?” Amelia said with confusion.
    “Hunter?” Shane looked surprised. “Why?”
    Across the room Roz let out a bark of laughter.

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