Summary:

He doesn't mean for it to be a secret.

Or, well. That's his story, at least. It sounds convincing in his head. He practices the words in the mirror, over and over again, at first with a flat affect and then growing into a wearied sort of pleading, an uncomfortable honesty soaking into the lines of his face as he imagines the expressions of his teammates.

Fuck.

He doesn't know if he can do this.

But he knows—he knows—it's a matter of time.

OR: Shane has a secret. It's a really, really big one.