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On good days it was a low pressure system, dull and manageable. On bad days it rolled in without notice, sharp enough to steal his breath for a second, but never long enough to justify leaving the ice. He felt the creeping increase like the buzz of static in the air before a thunderstorm, the way you could detect rain in the air long before it fell. There was a quiet pride in that, even if he didn’t like to admit it. // 5 times Shane hides a chronic flare-up, and the 1 time he lets himself get looked after.
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“I can bring her in, yes. As many times as necessary. I am very responsible.” Shane gives him an odd look and double-checks his chart. “I will hold you to that, Mr Rozanov. It’s a commitment. She’ll be a handful.” Ilya doesn’t flinch. “I have hands.” // Shane thinks one of his clients is just very committed, and slightly hypochondriac, about the care of his dog. Ilya is running out of excuses to see the hot vet.
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Ilya feels like he knows everything and nothing about Shane at once. He's a child of Nike, his team always wins Capture-the-flag, he's still in touch with his biological father, and he's obscenely lucky. What he doesn't know, is if Shane is the best or the worst person to quest with. // Aristotle's qualifications for a Greek tragedy include dianoia (thought and introspection) and opsis (spectacle and performance). Shane and Ilya bring both to the table.
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