Summary:

Shane and Ilya had mutually agreed to keep their whatever-they’re-doing out of Sochi. It was an easy decision to make: this was bigger than any MLH rivalry and definitely bigger than a few hotel hook-ups. There was no room for distractions, not with Olympic gold on the line. So it’d be really fucking great if their daemons could get on the same page and stop trying to cause an international fucking incident.