Summary:

Shane and Ilya just want to tell the world about their relationship, on their own terms. If only anyone would actually believe them.

Or: the closet is reinforced steel, apparently.

"I think we tried too hard," Ilya says from the opposite end of the couch, probably scrolling through the same articles as Shane. "Was easier to keep secret than we thought. I could have kissed you on center ice, and everyone would say aww, I love their…what is word again?"

"Bromance?"

"Yes. That."