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    I probably should've called, Shane thinks for the first time. Oh well. He’s already knocking. Yeah, it would’ve been smart, but he's also probably fucking concussed, so who cares.

    It’s taking him a minute to answer; longer than Shane’s ever waited. Shane lets his heavy head fall against the door with a thunk. [...] He stands straight— as straight as he can—one second before Ilya opens the door. His hair’s wild from sleep and he’s rubbing his squinting eyes. Then he drops his hand. His mouth goes slack.

    "What the fuck? Shane?”

    “Sorry,” for last time, is what Shane means to say. Instead, he gets through the first word and his body decides it’s finally time to give out. Everything goes black, and then he’s in Ilya’s arms.

    Ilya curses in Russian again, folding to the floor with Shane’s weight held in his lap. He rips the mask off Shane’s head. The sharp burst of panic (and pain, probably from the foyer light) is what reminds Shane to force his numb foot awake and kick the door closed behind them. Definitely concussed. Shit.

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    just because shane quit hockey to be spider-man doesn't mean things are all quiet on the situationship front.

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