I love this idea so much of Ilya, who is currently laying half across Shane's lap, going yessss back scratches! when Shane lifts his shirt but Shane has his focused frown face and asks "Do you get them checked regularly?" and Ilya is confused and tries to see what Shane means.
And- not really. But he also knows that's not great, probably.
"Uh. I had them checked, yes."
He turns back to the hockey game on TV but can feel Shane's eyes boring into his skull.
A dramatic sigh leaves him and he groans a little at the end of it.
"When were they checked?"
A half hearted shrug "When I joined the team."
"That was four years ago!"
"Mhh." And well, Ilya doesn't lie to Shane. But if he just doesn't say anything he-
"Oh god. Which team? Ottawa?"
"Uh," he tries for nonchalant, sniffs, shrugs. Plays it totally cool(...). "no. Boston."
"It is! You're meant to check every other year at least. And I feel like this one got bigger."
Ilya tries to turn again to see.
Shane taps his finger against a point at Ilya's back he has no chance of seeig anyway so he lays back down.
There's an annoyed huff coming from above him.
"I'm making you a dermatologist appointment."
Another long suffering sigh. Even though he secretly loves when Shane gets like this. Making sure Ilya is okay, fighting for his well being even if it's with Ilya himself. Sometimes he's still reeling from the fact that someone cares enough to look out for him like that.
Ilya looks up from his bowl of cereal. The way Shane is standing there, face determined and red sharpie lifted in his hand makes him suspect this request isn't for sex reasons.
