Summary:

“It’s okay, Luca,” Hollander told him, voice sounding as unaffected as usual (except for when Ilya ragebaited him, then he would get all squeaky and flushed — it was very cute, not that Luca would ever say that) as he precisely adjusted his sock over his shin pad. “Ilya’s just being a dick. Plenty of guys got posters of their favorite players. I used to have a Scott Hunter one back in the day.”

“You what.”