@iinmortales / vaguely plotted starter
It's been two weeks. Two weeks of playing for Boston, of playing some of the best hockey of his life (his new teammates kept trying to tell him what the media and the internet was saying, but he shut it down - he didn't need confirmation that he was getting under the skin of the team he'd formerly played for), and two weeks of living with Ilya Rozanov. It was meant to be temporary from the start, but he'd realized that morning that he hadn't actually made any attempts at looking for a new place, and Rozanov never mentioned it, hadn't brought it up. So he did some research, the first time he'd touched the internet at all since the trade, but immediately had gone to look up realtors, which he decided to wait to bring up until he'd found one. He didn't need anything fancy (he didn't even want to leave), so it hadn't taken long.
"I talked to a realtor." He waits until after practice is over, and they're back at Ilya's place, because no matter the fact that he's sleeping in Ilya's bed and not a guest room, this is still his place, and Shane is just staying here until he finds something of his own, right? Despite the frequent and great sex, he's sure he'll be infringing on his space sooner rather than later. "The game isn't until tomorrow, so she was going to show me some places today. You know Boston better than me, if you want to come."
