Summary:

"Ilya," Shane tries. "I'm fine in here." "Then what is the problem?" Ilya asks, trying to keep his voice light, but Shane can hear the strain in it. Fuck. The problem is always just... it's always Shane, isn't it? That's always the problem. He's always the fucking problem. Shane's season-ending injury leads him to question the future, and who he is without hockey. He doesn't like the answer.