Summary:

Old Shane chuckles sadly, running a hand through his hair. A glint of something on his finger catches Shane’s eye. A ring? He’s married??? Something twists in his stomach. If he’s married, that must mean— No, he won’t let himself think it. Rozanov is just a— a fuckbuddy. It doesn’t matter. It’s just— nothing. It’s just nothing. OR In a twist of fate (or cup magic), Shane Hollander gets visited by his older self, causing a crisis of feelings.