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Lighthouses of the Great Lakes.

Jane: Are we still on for tonight?

Jane: ???

Jane: Rozanov.

Jane: Fuck you I'm not going to just wait around for you all night.

Jane: Asshole.

Ilya just smirks to himself and replies with a room number.

And the thing is that they do actually have to be a bit sneaky. It wouldn't do for someone to draw some false conclusions about why one half of the most scrutinized marriage in the NHL is loitering in a random hotel lobby in Ottawa on a Thursday evening. Ilya doesn't want that kind of publicity and he does not want to try to explain that it's not what it looks like to his in-laws.

So there's a thrill to it when he scans the keycard into the reader and Shane is sitting there in the dark, breath heavy like he's nervous or like he's just run up six flights of stairs to avoid elevator cameras.

(It's both)

And yeah maybe it breaks kayfabe a bit that Shane already had the room key or that he's wearing his Centaurs team crewneck instead of the Metros one that he would have been wearing in this scenario years ago (because he threw them all out in a fit of pique and Ilya cheered him on) but the hotel room is dark and the only difference in the crewnecks is that the number 24 over the breast is red instead of blue.

He's even combed his hair down over his forehead. Fuck.

"Where the fuck have you been," Shane says, cornering Ilya as soon as the door is closed. "I've been sitting here like a fucking idiot, Rozanov."

second of all because as romantic and sappy as they are, these two men do not care about performing Correct Wedding, they care about putting rings on fingers and getting to make out in front of their friends and family. they don't have to justify or seek validation for their relationship beyond signing the paperwork.