Summary:

“I get kind of–” Shane makes a little whining noise in the back of his throat, tips his head toward the ceiling for a moment before looking back at Ilya. “I hate those fucking press conferences. I hate them, Roz, and sometimes it just feels like too much and I can’t–” One hand goes up to run through his hair, already a little mussed, and Shane gives it a slight tug, making a frustrated noise that Ilya hasn’t heard before. And Ilya decides that’s enough. - or, a post-game press conference makes shane hit his breaking point. ilya goes after him.