Summary:

Shane was fine until the fire alarm. Or, mostly fine. He was holding on. Because he knew that once practice was done, he could go home, have a nice long shower, and then hide away in his bed. There’d be no expectations of him, no one looking to him for what to do next, no one needing something from him. They’d been taking from him all day and he could feel the pieces of himself disappearing. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to run the drills he did during practice.