Shane stood in the hallway waiting for the okay to leave. He'd given an interview after their come-from-behind win, as he often did, but now he warred with his own impatience.
He glanced around, wary by habit, before pulling out his phone. He still didn't know how to handle whatever this had turned into with Rozanov. He knew he should call it off. He told himself that every time since the first time, though at this point he can't even fool himself about it. How is he supposed to act like it's just physical once he actually gets alone with Ilya — Rozanov?
Jesus Christ, get it together, Hollander, Shane thinks.
He finally opens the contact named Lily and types a message.
this interview took forever. tell me where to go when they let me leave
He realises after he hits send that he should have worded it different. He should have sounded less desperate. He should have sounded less…what? He's not sure, but just less. He runs over that in his mind while he waits for Rozanov's response.
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Date: 2026-01-08 11:32 pm (UTC)He glanced around, wary by habit, before pulling out his phone. He still didn't know how to handle whatever this had turned into with Rozanov. He knew he should call it off. He told himself that every time since the first time, though at this point he can't even fool himself about it. How is he supposed to act like it's just physical once he actually gets alone with Ilya — Rozanov?
Jesus Christ, get it together, Hollander, Shane thinks.
He finally opens the contact named Lily and types a message.
this interview took forever. tell me where to go when they let me leave
He realises after he hits send that he should have worded it different. He should have sounded less desperate. He should have sounded less…what? He's not sure, but just less. He runs over that in his mind while he waits for Rozanov's response.