Summary:

“Jesus Christ.” Shane says with feeling. “Mm, Jesus Christ.” Ilya Rozanov’s voice pipes up behind him. “Oh god.” Shane says with feeling. “Yes. Oh god.” Ilya Rozanov’s voice pipes up from behind him. “Oh shit. Holy fucking shit.” Shane says, swaying a little where he stands. “Am I dying?” “Pretty sure is panic attack. Place head between knees.” It was placing his head between knees that got them into this predicament in the first place. Or How far can Shane spiral after accidentally bonding with his hockey rival? Apparently, quite a bit.