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    “No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”

    Hollander stares at him.

    And then he starts to laugh.

    You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

    OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

    [or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

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    24 Jan 2026

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    Shane knows he shouldn't, and yet he still does, or: every hookup Shane and Ilya should've had between 2011 and 2013. Because TV budgets aren't infinite, but our need for smut between these two is.

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    24 Jan 2026

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    A rewrite of episode four and what happens afterward.

    “Well yeah,” Shane said, his voice took the slightly bratty tone that Rozanov loves. “You keep your house cold as shit.” This made Rozanov burst out laughing. He went towards his dresser to pull out a hoodie. He pauses as he sees Shane’s perfectly folded outfit settle neatly on the wood. He lets a small smile cross his lips within the privacy his back has provided from Shane. Like in every piece of clothing Rozanov has ever had the luxury of peeling off of Shane’s body a neat S.H. was written on the label of Shane’s jacket. He was about to toss an old CCM sweatshirt to Shane when a different one caught his eye. The team had got them this year, they were black with the Boston Bear’s logo in yellow. The hoodie was branded with Rozanov’s number and last name on it. The thought of Hollander, Montreal’s and the NHL’s golden boy, wearing his name did something to him. I guess he didn’t care that Shane was a hockey god, the only thing he cared about was the fact that in a few moments he was going to see Shane wearing his last name. Something he couldn’t let himself dream of.

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    24 Jan 2026

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    The text arrives a second later. Being stuck in the airport is almost as boring as you

    Another text from Lily: Send me a picture. I’m sooooo bored.

    Shane lifts his phone and snaps a photo of the screen above the airline kiosk instead. JFK -> PHX - CANCELED. He hits send.

    The phone rings immediately. “You are at JFK,” Rozanov says. Not a question.

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    24 Jan 2026

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    Ilya was just making a suggestion. A selfless one, really. If Shane wanted to sleep with other people, he didn’t think it was fair to try to stop him.

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    22 Jan 2026