Summary:

“You broke up with her,” Ilya says, arms loosening against his chest.

“No, she, uh—” Shane ducks his head, avoiding Ilya’s eyes. “We slept together. And she kind of … she didn’t confront me, I guess. But she talked to me. Kind of hinted that she thought I might not be…”

“Into girls?” Ilya finishes for him.

“Something like that.”

“You denied it?” 

“No, I— I told her. About me. About—us,” Shane’s head snaps up, a hand lifted in Ilya’s direction. “Not about us, us. That I’d been sleeping with someone. Another player. I didn’t tell her about you.”

OR: Shane comes out to Rose and runs toward the safest pair of arms he knows: Ilya’s.