shane has a Boston raiders shirt. tucked somewhere into the back of his closet at the cottage. something he'd never admit to having. got for him as a joke from a teammate during the height of the rivalry years. something he pulls out from time to time. just to sleep in. those summers alone. for no particular reason. he's almost forgotten about it by the time ilya comes to the cottage for the first time. almost.
ilya finds it one afternoon. nosing through shane's shit simply because he could. and it's stupid. this shirt. so stupid he has to put it carefully back where he'd found it and pretend he'd never seen it at all. because the thought that a part of ilya has been at that goddamn cottage through it all is so sickeningly wonderful he can't even bring himself to make fun of it.
