His alarm went off but something felt different. At first, he's convinced it's just the lingering anxiety of the previous afternoon, but then he realizes something even worse. It's the bed. This is his bed, in Montreal, not the bed in the hotel room in Boston in the same room as Hayden. He's alone, and the date on his phone says November 8th, which was...yesterday? Right? Did he dream all of that? It would make sense. Why would Rozanov ask him to stay? Make him food? Say his first name? Perhaps it was a dream, and one he needs to shake off - he has to be at the airport in an hour.
They had made plans, after his quick practice in the morning, to meet for the afternoon, at Rozanov's condo, rather than wait until the evening. That way he was back in his hotel room before nightfall, less suspicious. The entire flight, Shane can't shake the feeling that he's had this flight before - Drapeau spilling a soda over his tray table in the aisle across from Shane, Hayden falling asleep with his head against the window, even his deciding on the same movie to watch for the flight to Boston. Coincidence.
His conversation with Hayden is the same too, but he has to chalk that up to the fact that he's feeling a little antsy in general. This isn't their first afternoon liaison but it felt different, somehow, even as he knocked on the door. Had he dreamed all of that? Or would this play out the same? Or perhaps, he was just being anxious for nothing, which is what he decides on when the door opens, and there's Ilya Rozanov, cocky and hot as fuck and shirtless and gesturing him inside, which he does do, stepping across the threshold, letting the idea that he woke up in his bed in Montreal a few hours prior for the second November 8th in a row fall out of his mind, because he is here for a reason, isn't he?
