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    “Pretend we don't know each other?” Shane repeats, a little confused in all honesty. Wasn't therapy about talking?

    “Yes. You are meeting for the first time in this room. Introduce yourselves.”

    Shane shifts in his seat, slowly turning to Ilya. It's not all that different from the first time they'd actually met; the awkward vibes radiating off Shane are almost identical. They're just missing a snowy forecast and a cigarette.

    He decides to go a step further, standing up. It feels the right thing to do under the circumstances. Who meets for the first time sitting down? He takes a step forward, holding his hand out to Ilya. Or not Ilya. This random man he’s about to meet, who happens to look a lot like Ilya. Ilya takes the cue, standing from his own chair with a shake of his head. He takes Shane’s hand, shaking firmly.

    “I’m Shane, uh, Shane Hollander.”

    Ilya nods. “Ilya Rozanov.”

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    Or: Shane and Ilya get sent to reconciliation therapy, and of course, handle it super well.

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    27 Jan 2026

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    When Ilya proposes he could marry Svetlana to get citizenship, he did expect Shane to be a little surprised. However, what he didn't expect was for Shane to look away from him without saying anything.

    Ilya had never regretted anything more in his life.

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    27 Jan 2026

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    “Hollander,” Ilya urges, voice deceptively level. “Who did this to you?”

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    Shane stumbles back to his apartment, bruised and battered, after a grueling night of patrolling Montreal as Spider-Man. He finds Ilya waiting for him on his bed, shirtless and cocky and woefully uncaring that Shane warned him not to come by tonight.

    Lying to the world is one thing. Lying to Ilya, the one person he truly trusts, is another.

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    16 Jan 2026

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    “I’m putting in a transfer request to Carleton this afternoon.”

    Ilya gets off his bike and wraps his sweaty arms around Shane’s sweaty shoulders, presses their sweaty heads together and holds him tight. “Nooo, Hollander, you cannot leave me. Who will put Barrett and Marly in time out when they fuck up too many shots in a row?”

    “I’m sure Bood will do it. He loves bossing people around.”

    Bood stands up straight and salutes his captains. “I take the title with great honor. Enjoy the Ravens, Hollander—your legacy of being a chaste Victorian debutante will be remembered fondly but not carried on.”

    This snaps that last thread of Shane’s refined patience. “I can pick up girls! I have no problem getting numbers and calling them and talking!”

    Hazy smirks. “Innocent until proven guilty.”

    “I can pick people up,” Shane says again, moving off his bike and out of Ilya’s sweaty embrace. “And I don’t have to do it by concocting schemes or stripping on top of the LAX bros’ coffee table.”

    Or, after some team chirping at Shane's expense, Ilya accidentally interrupts a few of his potential dating prospects and then keeps on doing it less than accidentally

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