Chapter Text
May 2020
How It’s Going
+1. Shane and Ilya (and everyone)
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The wooden archway is balanced perfectly at the end of the dock, overlooking the lake. It is festooned with greenery and lilies. It’s about an hour before sunset, and the light dances across the water.
The iPad is set up on the tripod, facing the arch, ready for Shane’s mom to connect to the Zoom meeting once the time has arrived.
The champagne is chilling in a bucket near the picnic table, which is laden with food and draped with even more flowers: red and white roses with black ribbons woven throughout the arrangement.
The rings are safely enclosed in a fabric pouch in Shane’s dad’s pocket, alongside a few tissues, because well, it’s almost like his parents know him well.
The grooms are sitting in front of Shane’s laptop in the cottage’s kitchen. He and Ilya are side by side, Centaurs jerseys hiding their perfect black tuxes, their camera off and their presence hidden as they wait for their guests.
Shane looks at Ilya and grasps his hand a little tighter under the table. “I still can't believe we’re doing this.”
Ilya cocks his head. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet as they’ve gotten ready today, but the small expressions on his face have told Shane all that he has needed to know. He used to think Ilya kept a lid on his emotions, but now he can read the man as easily as he can read the set up for a play on the ice. His husband-to-be feels so much, and Shane can interpret every bit of it on his handsome face. This current expression is pure infatuation, mixed with mild nervousness.
Of course, Shane’s a little nervous too. But he’s pushing through it. It’s the good kind of nerves. The kind that hits him before he takes the ice and fades away as he lets his instincts take over. And his instincts have been good when it has come to their choices during the pandemic. The desire to actually bring his love for Ilya into the light came suddenly, but had been building for so long, and the fact that he actually listened to his wishes, and didn’t let his fears control him, has paid off. As they came out to each of their friends and family (sometimes accidentally), they were greeted with nothing but love and affirmation, and every reason that previously kept them from moving forward with revealing their relationship and living their true lives faded away.
Maybe it was Shane’s existential crisis over life’s uncertainty that kicked it off, but they both rapidly came to the same conclusion. There was no reason to wait to take the next step in their relationship. Shane wanted to marry Ilya, Ilya wanted to marry Shane. Why put that off another moment?
Sure they could have waited till things with COVID were better understood and everyone could have come together in real life, but again, why wait? Honestly, their wedding plan is poetic in a funny way. All of their reveals came over Zoom, so what’s one more?
Ilya breaks the brief moment of silence. “I can’t believe we haven't done this already. There will be nothing better than calling you my husband. You have always been my heart, and now everyone will know it,” he says as he reaches up to cradle Shane’s cheek in his hand.
Now it’s Shane's turn to let his emotions run rampant over his features. He blinks rapidly. “I’m never going to keep it together if we don’t put a lid on this right now,” he laughs wetly.
Ilya leans forward and presses a reassuring and amazingly sweet kiss to his lips just in time for them to hear the chime of their first Zoom arrival. Shane just realized today that Ilya had staggered the arrival of different groups, and when he had asked why, Ilya had just cackled. He may be a chaos agent, but he’s Shane’s chaos agent.
The Centaurs pop on first. Because this is a small affair, Ilya invited the players he is closest to. When they have their big in person shindig someday, everyone will be invited, but there is something to be said for intimacy.
The first to appear are Troy and Harris, cuddled up together on their sofa, followed by Bood and his wife Cassie, Wyatt and his partner Lisa, Luca, and Evan Dykstra and Nick Chouinard. The team greets each other warmly.
“Where’s Ilya?” Wyatt asks.
“Yeah, this is his meeting. Did he tell anyone what this is all about?” Bood says.
“Just that it was very important and if we loved him, we would come to this Zoom meeting,” Luca says.
“He uses that to get away with everything,” Troy says.
“Can’t say it doesn’t work though,” Harris chimes in.
“So basically, this could be anything. He could be showing us a new tattoo or telling us he’s moving to Antarctica to play hockey with the penguins. The animal, not the team,” Dykstra adds.
Everyone nods along, and Shane smiles, turning to Ilya. “Yeah, they’re pretty spot on there. Nice to know that works on your teammates too.”
“I do love them. Different, of course, but still real,” Ilya says. “That’s why it works.”
“Fuck, you’re being earnest? Where’s the snide comment? I am so fucked today,” Shane says, raking his hands down his face. In response, Ilya just moves impossibly closer as they creep on their friends.
“Hey, Dr. Lisa! How are you holding up, you badass?” Chouinard says.
“Oh man, Nick,” Lisa says, as Wyatt rubs her upper back. “It’s a shit show. I’m on the COVID unit every other week and seriously… Fuck my life. It’s just so fucking stressful and sad. But I’m glad to be helping. It’s just a lot. Honestly, I’ve been looking forward to this all week. I need a few more drinks to say more than that,” Lisa says, holding up a champagne flute.
“Wait, no way, is this BYOB?” Cassie laughs.
“Uh, yes way,” Lisa says. “Didn’t you guys get a package from Ilya?”
“It said not to open till this meeting!” Luca says, sounding mildly scandalized.
“Well, I looked at the contents, and one was obviously alcohol, and frankly, life’s too short, man. I’m into the good stuff from the get-go,” Lisa says.
Cassie lets out a low whistle, “Yeah, that’s the good stuff. Dom? What the hell is Ilya up to?”
Shane really loves his new team. He hasn’t met all of them yet, but the people who he met at his interview, and a Zoom happy hour that Ilya put on, are all fantastic. It’s like night and day between the Cens and Metros. No one so much blinked an eye when Ilya revealed his relationship as Shane was in the process of signing to the team, and if anything, everyone seemed happy for him, and excited to get to know Shane as a person as well as a player.
“We must send Dr. Lisa the rest of the case of champagne,” Ilya says. “That woman is going through it. A real hero.”
Shane nods as two more windows pop up.
Shane hadn’t invited many of his old team members. In a momentary slip up, brought on by his recent casualness, he had let his old team know that he had a boyfriend. It was on a mandatory team Zoom meeting right before he had his very last meeting with his lawyer and agent finalizing the last few amendments to his contract with the Centaurs. The only good thing he can say is that thank fuck it happened after he had come out to Hayden and J.J. They deserved to hear it from him directly.
The meeting was pretty shitty from the jump, team management asking them to keep things quiet about their responses to the pandemic, because politics have no place in the MLH. It was excruciating until it was all derailed by Shane’s admission. Then if possible, it got worse.
The response was… Not good. Really disappointing. Shane had kind of wondered if things would be that way, based on the response when he had disclosed his sexuality to management, but still. He thought these guys were like his brothers. They weren’t. They were accusatory and demanding about his personal life. Fuck that noise. So the only Metros represented today are his oldest, dearest friends. And with a ding, they arrive: Hayden and Jackie Pike and J.J. Dagenais entering the meeting.
Shane laughs to see Hayden’s kids bouncing in and out of the frame.
“Where’s Uncle Shane?” Arthur demands.
“Don’t know buddy, but look, here are some of Uncle Ilya’s teammates.” Ilya’s new title of Uncle was bestowed by the kids after doing a few storytimes and being introduced as their Uncle Shane’s boyfriend. It doesn’t even feel pulled from Hayden’s lips, which warms Shane’s heart immeasurably.
“Hi guys,” Hayden continues. “Not sure if I’ve met you all off the ice. I’m Hayden and this is my wife Jackie, and these are our kids, Shane’s godchildren.”
“Children who are going to run along for a minute while the grown-ups talk,” Jackie adds, pointedly looking at all of the children as they scurry away.
“Good call Jacks,” J.J. says, as he introduces himself. “Who knows what the fuck this is all about.”
“Swear jar,” Jackie says reflexively.
“Hey! You should include all of these people too. By the end of this we’ll probably have enough for a new minivan for you guys or Amber’s college tuition or some shit,” J.J. replies. “Also… Uncle Ilya? The fuck man, the world really is upside down.”
The sentiment is accompanied by a big smile, so Shane doesn’t take offense.
“There’s an idea for some fundraising. Virtual swear jar. Every time I have to bleep out language on your promo videos, you have to put a dollar in. We would be able to donate a whole new wing to the Children’s Hospital in a week's time,” Harris says, coming up with a champagne bottle after rooting around in his own care package. “Geez,” he says, rubbing the label, “I think this has the cider that I have chilling beat.”
“No way,” Troy says, always loyal.
Shane takes a drink of his ginger ale. Ilya is so fucking considerate. He didn’t put anything that would give away the surprise in the care packages, just the Dom and some fancy snacks, but it’s the kind of gesture Shane never would have thought of. Despite his reputation, Ilya has amazing social graces. He always knows just what to do socially. He always knows just what to do for Shane.
Starting to feel a little like a stalker, watching everyone join and keeping hidden, Shane looks to Ilya to assess his thoughts on the matter. But Ilya is just grinning dopily, enjoying everything he has wrought, so Shane decides to just let him have this for a little longer.
“Look, dinosaurs have survived the world ending,” Ilya says as Scott Hunter and his boyfriend Kip Grady appear, followed by Eric Bennett and his partner Kyle Swift.
“The queer hockey elders have arrived.” Troy says taking over Ilya's mantle on the call.
More introductions of players and partners go around. Luckily, all of the hockey guys know about each other, even if not having met personally, having played in the same conference, so this is less awkward than it could be if a bunch of strangers were popping up on the meeting.
“So New York crew,” Hayden says brightly. “How are you guys hanging in there? You’re right in the thick of it.”
“Fucking stressful,” Scott says, rubbing his truly magnificent pandemic beard.
“Catching up on a lot of homework without shifts at the Kingfisher,” Kip says.
“Speak for yourselves,” Kyle adds. “Eric and I got the hell out of dodge.”
“Where are you guys?” Harris asks.
Eric moves away so they can see the background, which is a gorgeous beach. “Not too far, just the Cape, but at least people wear fucking masks up here, as opposed to like, Florida.”
A round of appreciation for the beach house and view starts up.
This isn’t like a real gathering, only one person can talk at once, but Shane is surprised at how much it warms his heart to see people from all aspects of his life together.
And that’s about to get even more varied he thinks as Rose Landry, actress and famed Hollander ex-girlfriend, and Svetlana Vetrova, Illya’s childhood friend appear.
Shane sees Wyatt suck in an excited breath. The guy is a major comic book nerd, and Rose is known for her comic book movies, so he only can hope that Lisa can keep control of her man.
That hope is dashed, as amongst murmurs, Shane hears, “Is that Rose fucking Landry? Think she’ll tell me about the casting for…”
Wyatt is suddenly cut off by what can only be a perturbed Lisa. The microphone eventually unmutes. “Oh shit, you heard that?” Wyatt asks.
“Yes, nerd,” Luca says.
“Sorry! Sorry! I’m just a major comic book fan. Hi Rose Landry! I’ll shut up now. Maybe we can all introduce ourselves again,” Wyatt says.
“Oh, I know who most of you are,” Rose says. “Major hockey fan here, all my brothers played and my family still follows. It’s how I recognized Shane right away when we first met. But I don't know everyone, of course. Are we expecting anyone else, or are you up for another round of introductions?”
“I know you wanted to breed chaos, but they’re going to get sick of this introduction thing,” Shane says to Ilya.
“No, no. Almost done. Just saving the best for last,” Ilya says.
As if summoned from the depths of the internet, Cliff Marleau, Ilya's former teammate on the Raiders joins.
“Woah, look at this gathering!” Cliff exclaims, before literally waving. “Hi Sveta! Long time no see!”
“Hello Clifford Marleau,” Svetlana says. “I hope for Ilya’s sake this is the last of it, because I am only introducing myself once. Hi everyone, I'm Svetlana Vetrova. Ilya’s friend since we were babies.”
Another round of introductions commences, certainly shorter this time.
“Svenana’s father is Sergei Vetrov,” Rose says proudly.
Shane had no idea that Rose knew that. He and Ilya had hung out with Rose and Svetlana once before the pandemic at Shane’s place in Montreal, and it had been a fun night. He isn’t surprised that the two women had kept in touch, after hitting it off. Honestly Shane worries about getting together with them in the future if they’re this close… he might not survive the teasing, he thinks as he smiles to himself.
“Oh shit,” Luca says, and all of the hockey players look a bit starstruck at that admission.
“So you know more than Roz about hockey then?” Troy chirps at Svetlana.
“Of course. Who do you think helped him keep it real all of these years?” she says to a big laugh from the assembled group.
“Hi Svetlana!” Rose says, also waving cheerily.
“Rose fucking Landry is here?” Cliff says.
Rose puts a performative frown on her face. “Seriously all of you, why is my middle name always fucking?”
“Ah, we’re just some lowly jocks, and we’re kind of obsessed with having a celebrity here with us,” J.J. says. “We never got to really spend time with you when you were pity-dating Shane.”
Shane covers his face. “What have you done, Ilya? This isn’t your best idea.”
“No, no, will be fine. I love seeing them all together,” Ilya says, still dreamily staring at the screen.
Proving Ilya’s take is always accurate, Rose continues. “Oh, he was so sweet and hot. It wasn't pity. Just a bit misguided on both of our parts, as I guess we all realize now. Got a BFF out of the whole thing though,” she says with a laugh. “And trust me, there’s nothing special about being an actor during a pandemic. I think LA might be one of the worst places to be. It’s a mess out here. We have the beach, but the ICUs are still flooded and lockdown is pretty strict. Not that I’m going anywhere. I’m fine right here with my sweetie.”
“Sweetie?” Shane says, as Ilya points at the screen.
“Look! It’s like us on the Zoom with Bood,” he says, smiling widely.
“What do you mean?” Shane asks.
“Svetlana and Rose Landry. That is the same house. Must be. Strange purple paint on the wall.”
“Fuck!” Shane says, squinting. “I think you’re right. Well shit, look at what we did! Fucking matchmakers!”
Ilya laughs uproariously and Shane feels a wave of fondness. He is so happy that his friends are finding some light during this tough time. And apparently being a bit more subtle on their Zoom call than he and Ilya had been.
He lets all of the warmth of this gathering wash over himself for a little longer as everyone chats amicably. Suddenly, an alarm sounds on Ilya's phone.
“It’s time?” Shane asks.
“It is time moya lyubov.”
“OK,” Shane leans forward and gives Ilya another kiss. “I am so fucking excited. To be yours for everyone to see. Everyone to know.”
“I have been waiting for my whole life for this,” Ilya adds, sincerely and tenderly. Shane’s heart feels so full, and this anxious, bursting with love feeling is startling in its intensity.
Shane kind of thought this would just be another day, a fun one, a meaningful one, but not quite so laden with depth and expectation. Seriously, it’s a Zoom wedding, for god’s sake. Their friends are joining from their couches in their loungewear. But of course it’s more than that. It’s them. Shane and Ilya. It’s the culmination of so much. It is silly for him to have thought otherwise.
He tries to diffuse in a very Ilya way, with humor. “It is time…to mess with all of our dearest friends.”
“No,” Ilya says, with a love-sick expression, “It is time to marry the love of my life.”
Shane sniffs and again stifles tears. “Yeah, it is,” he says. He starts to smooth down his jersey and rubs his eyes one last time. He can’t fall apart yet. If things are this bad now, he will be a mess by the time he says his vows. And he can’t even complain about that. This openness, it’s more than he ever hoped for and he is surprisingly fine with it. He clears his throat. “My god you’re sappy today. I’m so toast.”
Ilya throws his arm over Shane’s shoulders and reaches forward to unmute the call and turn on the video.
Shane sees their picture pop up in the Zoom window. They are grinning like loons.
“Can you hear me?” Shane asks.
Ilya doesn’t wait for a response from the group. “Hello!” he practically shouts. “Hello friends. It is wonderful to see you all. Amazing former teammates, Hi Marleau,” he says as the two men wave goofily at each other. “Greetings also current Centaur brothers, New York dinosaurs, and all the greatest WAGs and partners who keep the dumb hockey men in line!” He gets more than a few fist pumps from that one. “Thank you for coming best friends, Svetlana and Rose fucking Landry,” the two women give little bows to their cameras. “Oh, yes, and also Pike and Dagenais are here too.”
Shane groans through laughter with everyone joining in.
“Hi everyone,” Shane says as he gives a small wave and a nod. “Thanks for coming.”
Svetlana leans forward, curls bouncing, “Wait, what is that jersey you are wearing, Shane Hollander?”
“Fuck, she’s as perceptive as you!” Shane says to Ilya, smile still firmly in place, before Ilya turns around to show off his Centaurs jersey, branded with Shane’s last name in the characteristic red and black. Shane also turns to show off his Rozanov jersey.
The Centaurs whoop and everyone else shouts in surprise.
There are several people who nearly simultaneously yell, “What the fuck?” The shock seems to mostly come from Marleau and the New York players. The Centaurs are just beaming, Chouinard is literally rubbing his hands together in glee.
Hayden lets out a dramatic sigh. “No fucking surprise there. Going to miss you though, Cap.”
“You are now the fourteenth best Metro, Pike, should be overjoyed,” Ilya chirps.
JJ has his head in his hands. “Can’t blame you, Capitaine. The team sucks to have treated you like they did. And now we’re going to have to fucking face the music which is the two of you on the same team. Dieu a pleure. “
“I will be the only goalie who sleeps a wink at night this season,” Wyatt says proudly.
Bennett chimes in, “I am so glad I'm retired.”
Scott pushes his finger out. “Boodram. Fuck you guys for stealing Hollander and putting these two menaces on the same team!”
“Just offering him the whole package over here,” Bood says, smiling broadly. “Great teammates, great coaching staff, great barbeque. What did he have in Montreal? Besides really stupid leadership? Hell, there are only two decent guys on the team,” he says pointing at Hayden and J.J..
Hayden chuckles darkly. “Seriosuly, you’re right man. It’s funny because it’s true. I can’t be too mad at you guys,” he says, directing his words to the Centaurs. “It’s been nice to meet everyone off the ice, I can tell you’re a good team. I’m going to miss playing with Shane, so you guys better treat him right. Just listen to his crazy robot brain and you’ll be smooth sailing.”
“So, what are you doing? Each holding a line?” Eric asks.
“Ah, no trade secrets,” Luca says in a teasing tone. “You’ll have to find out.”
“Fuck around and find out, you mean,” Kyle says, head resting on Eric’s shoulder, also holding a glass of champagne. “Those two are menaces.”
“Yes, listen to Eric’s teenage boyfriend,” Ilya says as Kyle and Eric scowl in his direction. Still, they look a little too fond for it to actually look accusatory.
Kip barks out laughter, and Shane looks at him. “Pot? Kettle?” Shane asks.
“You are sassier than I was led to believe, Hollander,” Kip says.
Jumping in before this can get any further off the rails, Rose raises her champagne and clinks the side with her metal ring. “Ok, now that we've heard the news and you two have moved on to roasting everyone’s partners, I have to know, what is the champagne for? To toast the Centaurs giving everyone else in the league a heart attack when they hear the news?” She looks off to the side of her zoom call after she speaks and Svetlana does the same. Now that Ilya pegged this, it is so obvious.
“Yes, partly. Make sure you all have the bubbles on ice. We will return, because there is one more announcement today… one more reason for the call,” Ilya says, going for a sly delivery, but landing on Bond villain.
“Mysterious,” Jackie says.
“And you can get the kids for this part,” Shane adds.
“Babies totally change the vibe of a Zoom meeting. And if you’re dropping off of the call for a minute boys, I’m going to have to ask if the group has any ideas about what’s next?” Cassie says. “Let’s speculate wildly while they are off camera.” Everyone laughs and starts to chatter.
Shane mutes them, turns the camera off, and peels off his jersey. He turns to Ilya who has done the same. Underneath, they are wearing their tuxes from their last awards gala. Ilya has one curl twisted in the middle of his forehead. Shane reaches over and straightens it back into place. Ilya does the same, brushing Shane’s hair back from his eyes, although Shane knows nothing is awry. He reaches off to the side for two small white lilies, both of which he hands to Ilya to pin to their lapels. His hands are shaking too much to get them placed exactly right. Once done, Ilya drags his hands down the front of Shane’s suit and they stare at each other sappily for a minute.
Before things can get more emotional, again, Shane clears his throat and directs his attention outside. He gets up and raps on the window and gives his parents a thumbs up. His dad returns the gesture and they both gather around the tripod, booting up the iPad and swinging it slightly away from the archway to maintain the surprise.
Shane grabs Ilya’s hand and squeezes. “I can’t say it enough today. I love you so much.”
Ilya returns the sentiment and Shane can’t tear his eyes away from his husband-to-be, so without even looking away, Shane hits the button to restart the video,
Everyone’s idle chatter silences all at once.
Jackie is the first to speak, obviously the sharpest one of the bunch, with Cassie and Sveta close behind.
“Oh my god! Is this what I think it is?” she says.
“Yes,” Ilya says. “You are now attending the very exclusive Zoom wedding of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov.”
Shane thinks for a moment that Ilya might say something funny as well, but somehow he seems to have received an infusion of earnestness today.
Everyone on the call clamors, yelling out in surprise and bestowing congratulations. It is a joyous cacophony, and Shane wipes the corner of his eye. Again. He has been wanting to say something, but wasn’t sure if he could manage. He can. He speaks without a second thought.
“I just wanted to say, before we start, that we are so very glad you are all with us today. We are so glad that you are well, and healthy, and safe. Before all of this COVID sh..” he corrects himself to avoid Jackie’s swear jar, “crap started, well, I can’t even imagine how long it would have taken me to get to this point. A wedding! I mean, Ilya was pretty much already there. If it was up to him we would have been married for years by now.” Everyone laughs. “I was just afraid. I thought life would be more of the same, hiding my true self, my wonderful relationship, and that was just how it had to be. It didn’t seem sad. But it was sad. I had hockey, and you all know how important that is to me, but you didn’t know about the most important thing. You knew me, but you had no idea that this man beside me is more important to me than anything else, in all the world.”
“Save it for the vows, Hollander,” Ilya says, a few tears escaping too.
“No, this is about all of them, I promise.” Shane points to the screen of the laptop. “When we decided to just, um, go with it, to not hide anymore, at least to those most important to us, well, I was worried. But then Hayden and Jackie laughed with us and accepted Ilya into the fold right away, and then the Cens threw a fucking party when this fool kissed me during my literal interview, and then all the rest… J.J., and Marley, and the Admirals, and everyone's partners, and Rose and Sveta. I could never have imagined the outpouring of love. There is so much love here.”
Everyone on the call is silent. It is a strange thing for him to speak so much from the heart, but it is also important, and he knows everyone on the call feels that as much as he does.
“So, when Ilya and I decided that there is absolutely no reason we shouldn’t get married, to make that external demonstration of the commitment that lies at the heart of us, well, we didn’t want to wait. But we also didn’t want to do it without the people who truly helped bring us, especially me, to this point. I had no idea we were so loved and supported. I just want everyone to know that your caring means the world to us. You mean the world to us.”
Ilya's face is wet, his own face is wet, and probably about three quarters of the faces on the screen are wet. Well, maybe not Kyle and Marley, but they at least look awfully fond.
Ilya reaches to the side, grabbing their drinks, Shane's ginger ale and his Coke. “ I don’t care if we don’t have the champagne open yet, we need to toast to that. The beautiful words by muy zamechatel’nyi muzh. My wonderful husband-to-be.”
Shane raises his glass, as does everyone on the call. “Za luybov,” he says.
“To love,” Ilya follows with, as they all repeat the refrain and drink. As they set their glasses down, Ilya reaches over and kisses Shane. After all those words he now somehow seems to be tongue tied. Of course, they always often speak better this way, through actions rather than words, so he revels in the embrace.
Everyone on screen and in front of the screen is quiet, and as they break apart Shane still doesn’t know what to say. He was expecting some ribbing, but everyone seems frankly, to be touched by the uncharacteristically long winded sharing of his feelings.
Thankfully for all of them, his parents are on the call now, and the arbor at the end of the dock is on screen, awaiting their arrival.
“That was lovely, Shane,” his mom says softly before humor enters her voice. “Now get your butts outside for the ceremony. Everyone, you can stay on this call, I’m going to modify the settings to stream the ceremony outside. David and I thank you all so much for being with us today. It is a blessing to have you.”
Seriously thank goodness for his mom for always knowing how to take charge. Her calm demeanor is belated a little by her reddened eyes, but that’s to be expected on your only son’s wedding day, he supposes.
Shane and Ilya stand, and Ilya reaches down to click out of their current Zoom window. It feels final in a way, like closing a chapter of their lives. A chapter of chance glimpses, and purposeful introductions, all through the filter of a small screen. Someday everyone will be able to step back out of their boxes and into each other's lives. But for now, everyone is here in the way that they can be.
Shane is so thankful that he and Ilya figured their relationship out years ago, so they got to be together during this difficult time. And now, they get to be together throughout all time.
Hand in hand they walk to the dock, to the arch, to their future, which even in its current state of pandemic, lockdown, and social distancing, is limitless.
End.