i already chose you, hollander

Imagine Scott’s at an all star game, drunk off his ass at the bar. Shane walks in and leans on the bar and Scott notices that Shane’s not wearing his wedding ring. Shane always wears his ring off the ice, there have been fucking articles about how Ilya wears his on a chain and Shane doesn’t

Scott audibly sighs and Shane looks over at him. Scott’s too drunk not to say, “Fuck, sorry, I’m just so glad I’m not alone. When did it happen? It was the fucking media, right? That was part of it for us. All this pressure to be perfect. Who can live up to that?”

Shane’s like, “Uh. What?”

Scott’s like, “Sorry. Probably still fresh, huh? It is for me. I’m just glad I won’t be the only gay divorcé in the league. Hey maybe we could time our announcements so they come out at the same time? Soften the blow for each other? Or, no, that could get political fast” Scott keeps drunkenly rambling on

Shane Hollander's face journeys (a series)

What he means: This is it for me. There is no way out and it’s not the same for you. You could find someone who the public would accept as your chosen partner; get married, have kids. You could move on from this but I never will. For you, this is fleeting. You will eventually get me out of your system and find a nice girl to settle down with but, for me, this is as good as it gets.

lazy mornings.

david hollander: