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Shane goes to a party. He meets a girl. He's meant to like girls.
(He only really likes Ilya Rozanov.)
“Why are you telling me this?” Rozanov said. “You never talk about girls. I never hear these things about you.”
“I’m -“ Fuck. Shane was trying to explain. Rozanov used this moment to push deeper into Shane. How was he meant to be able to think now?
“You fucked her?” Rozanov said. “She did something different when you fucked and -“
“No. You fucked her,” Shane snapped. “Or at least …” He trailed off, struck dumb by the look on Rozanov’s face. He looked…happy? Delighted? He wasn’t smiling, exactly, but his eyes were dancing.
“We fucked same girl,” Rozanov said, carefully. “This is…Wow, Hollander.”
“No, um, I didn’t fuck her. Just made out or whatever. But she told me - Jesus - she told me she had hooked up with you before. It was…i don’t know. Wait, what are you doing?”