Summary:

“Not here?” Shane scoffed, shrugging off Bood’s hands as if he were a pesky fly instead of a six foot tall man trying to defend his captain. “Are you fucking kidding me? You lost the right to have any say in where we do this when you fucking ignore me for the last three weeks. You won’t answer my calls or my texts, you won’t answer the fucking door when I come over. You won’t look at me on the fucking ice, and…. Ilya, look at me.” Ilya stared determinedly at the floor. “Goddamnit, Ilya, look at me!” Nothing.

“ILYA GRIGORYEVICH ROZANOV, you look at me right now or I swear to god, I will walk out of here and I will never speak to you again!” Shane bellowed at the man, shocking him into finally looking up at him.

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OR: Ilya did not get better at communication. Remember how he ghosted Shane for six months when he was overwhelmed? Yep, he's still pulling that shit. Only Shane isn't putting up with that anymore.