Summary:

Scott was speaking again before he could gather himself enough to back down. You fucking heard me, Hollander.
Next thing he knew, he was fighting Shane Hollander. Or, more accurately, being fought by Shane Hollander, because Scott was so stunned by the fact that Shane fucking Hollander was fighting him to even really do anything to defend himself.
And now, at whatever stupid time of the night, Shane Hollander is standing outside his hotel room door, having just knocked softly.
"Get in here, kid," Scott says. "Let's talk."

After his fight with Shane on the ice, Scott learns more about the soft spot he'd hit, and Shane realises he might have found a safe space to talk about what's going on with him and Rozanov.