Summary:

“What are we doing?” Shane asks and Ilya holds out the other pair of skates he’d grabbed.

“Put these on,” Ilya says, and Shane takes them from him with a skepitcal look.

“Will these even fit me? And again, what are we doing? Are we even supposed to be here? I don’t think–”

“Shane,” Ilya interrupts, taking Shane’s face into his hands and squeezing just enough to make Shane’s lips pucker out. “You are going crazy at home. You love to skate. You love hockey. So let’s go skate. And play hockey. Just you and me, okay?”

Oh. 

There’s so many things he wants to say. Like how much he loves Ilya. Or how glad he is that they’d taken the plunge off that scary, crazy cliff when they were teenagers. Or how even in the midst of the craziness and anxiety and unknown, Shane is so fucking excited for the life they’re going to have.

But it all gets caught in his throat as emotion takes hold, and all he can do is nod and say, “Okay.”

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Or, five times Ilya helps Shane when he's overwhelmed and one time Shane returns the favor.