Summary:

Shane is tempted to blame Hayden. Hayden had mentioned Boston Lily, poking and prodding Shane for details. Shane had done his best impression of an oyster. To keep his mouth shut and deny that secret hope that the grain of sand stuck on the roof of his oyster-mouth that is his and Rozanov’s situationship might turn into a pearl. A relationship. Fuck.

Shane, tired of Hayden’s questions, agreed to head out to the bar with the team. Mistake two. As it turned out, Hayden hadn’t given up. He’d waited until Shane’s anxiety about fitting in found him nursing a beer. It went to his head like bubbles in a fresh popped bottle of champagne. A bottle of champagne that Shane shook too hard, annoyed by the endless questions, and, well, the cork blew. However, instead of a cork, “I’m gay” shot out of Shane’s mouth. It changed everything as much as he feared it would.

or: Shane gets traded Boston by way of Florida.