Summary:

Shane looks up at him, mouth open around a question that doesn’t come right away.

“What are you- why are you here?” he asks finally.

Ilya frowns now. He knows it’s a risk but he didn’t think Shane would be unhappy he was here. Not after…not now.

“I wanted to check on you,” Ilya tries again, voice careful. “I need to leave soon but-”

But I needed to see you.

I needed to watch you breathing with my own two eyes.

I needed to hold your hand.

“I’m- you were at the game?” Shane asks after a beat, uncertainty colouring his features. “Were we playing against each other?”

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Or, Shane's hit on the ice leaves him with much more than just a fractured collarbone.