Summary:

After bolting from Rozanov's house, Shane was desperate to figure out what the fuck was wrong with him that kept him crawling back for more despite his better judgment. He downloaded Grindr, hoping sleeping with someone else would finally give him clarity.

Ryan had been striking out for weeks. Every hookup with his usual type ended the same way: humiliating and incomplete. He was starting to wonder if he needed to try something different and branch out from what normally attracted him to shake him out of his own head.

Neither of them gets what they want, but they figure things out, anyway.

Or: An alternate take on Shane's sexuality crisis coming to a head.