Summary:

“I’m sorry, what's going on?” Shane asked. “I am presenting,” Ilya said, reaching for the envelope in Shane’s hands. Shane pulled his arm back before Ilya could snatch it. “No,” Shane said with a laugh, “I’m pretty sure I am.” Ilya sighed in frustration, rolling his eyes as he pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. “Look at the schedule!” He pointed dramatically. “Hollander–Rozanov!” “Uh, no,” Shane said, putting his finger to the page. “It says Hollander–Rozanov.” - Years after Vegas and after coming out, Shane and Ilya are asked to present at the NHL Awards again. (just a fluffy drabble I came up with playing on Hollander-Rozanov as a last name)