Summary:

On good days it was a low pressure system, dull and manageable. On bad days it rolled in without notice, sharp enough to steal his breath for a second, but never long enough to justify leaving the ice. He felt the creeping increase like the buzz of static in the air before a thunderstorm, the way you could detect rain in the air long before it fell. There was a quiet pride in that, even if he didn’t like to admit it. // 5 times Shane hides a chronic flare-up, and the 1 time he lets himself get looked after.