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    "I'm saying," Hanson explained with exaggerated slowness, "that you must be having some crazy sex to make up for all the shit he's got going on."
    "What shit?" Ilya asked, confused.
    "Oh, you know." More clinking glass. "He's, well, he's pretty boring."
    If Shane hadn't been a little tipsy himself, he wouldn't have reacted at all. As it was, he flinched.
    Hanson was still talking, pensive now. "Allergic to fun, I guess. He doesn't drink, doesn't party…" He snorted. "He does yoga, for fuck's sake."
    "Yes, he does," Ilya said, unperturbed. "He's very flexible."

    Or: Shane overhears Ilya getting the "but why did you pick him?" talk.

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    But Shane's eyes were wet and slightly bloodshot, and his breaths still came in shudders. "I, I can't... understand you. Not really. Not..." His fingers clenched in Ilya's tank top. The fabric was thin enough that Ilya felt his hands shake. "Not fully. I can't fin... finish your sentences."
    Ilya didn't really laugh, because Shane was still crying, but he let out a half-smiling breath. "Shane, is okay," he said gently. "I speak English, remember?" Well, much better when he hadn't been drinking.
    "Tha's not it," Shane sniffed. His words were starting to blur. He was quite a bit drunker than Ilya thought he'd planned to get. "'s not like Scott and Kip. There's a, a whole part of you that I jus'... don' know."

    In which being in a multi-lingual relationship is made harder by alcohol.

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    "Wait," Hollander said slowly. He turned his head and stared hard at Rozanov. "All this time?"
    Rozanov, who was several mouthfuls and a moan into his second éclair, hummed and gave a sort of half-shrug. There was whipped cream on his chin.
    "Ilya," Hollander said, louder. He knocked the back of his hand into Rozanov's shoulder. "What the fuck? I've been saying your name wrong?"

    Impromptu lessons in Russian pronunciation, featuring Scott, Kip, and éclairs.

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    It was pure chance that Shane saw it happen. The handle of Gallagher's stick got caught in the neck of Ilya's jersey.
    The torn edge of his collar flapped free. Something small and golden tumbled onto the ice.

    In which Shane's sharp eyes catch an important detail during a heated match.

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