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Shane looks like shit when he gets back to the hotel, worse than Hayden’s ever seen him.
“Shane? You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
It’s a blatant lie, but Shane looks like someone reached into his chest and twisted, and Hayden’s not going to be the one to make it worse.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to bed,” Shane says.
Hayden doesn’t comment on the fact it’s not even 8 PM yet. He doesn’t think Shane knows or cares.
Shane goes into the bathroom and comes out a while later, dressed for bed. Based on how he looks, Hayden expected his eyes to be red-rimmed, but they still look dry.
Hayden gets ready for bed too, even though it’s early. He wants to give Shane some space even though they’re stuck in the same room. When he comes out of the bathroom, the room is dark, so he lies down in his bed and pretends to fall asleep.
After a few minutes, he finally hears what he’s been halfway expecting — Shane starts to cry.
Hayden debates ignoring it for about five seconds to give Shane his privacy, but then Shane lets out a tiny sob, and Hayden can’t just let him cry by himself. He gets out of bed, pads over to Shane’s bed, crawls in behind him, and wraps his arms around him.
Shane goes tense. “What the fuck?”
“It’s a hug.”
“What?”
“A hug.”
“I know that. Why?”
“I thought you could use it.”
“I’m fine.”
“I know. You’re always fine. Is it okay if I keep hugging you?”
There’s a beat of hesitation and then Shane nods.
“Alright.” Hayden snuggles a bit closer, pressing his chest against Shane’s back. He doesn’t want to brag, but he’s a really good cuddler.
Shane is still for a bit, but then his breath hitches and Hayden can feel his breath catch when he tries to breathe smoothly. Hayden runs his hand up and down Shane’s arm, and Shane starts to cry in earnest, tiny sobs shaking through him.
Hayden keeps rubbing his hand back and forth and says soothing words, like he would if one of his kids was crying.
“I screwed everything up,” Shane says, his voice choked.
“With Lily?”
There’s silence for a while, then Shane says, “Ilya.”
Hayden only knows one Ilya, but that’s impossible. But they are in Boston. “Rozanov??”
Shane scrambles out of the bed so quickly Hayden is surprised he doesn’t crash into the ground. Hayden reaches over and turns on the bedside light, then winces when he sees Shane. He looks terrified.
“No! It’s not—you can’t—I shouldn’t—I didn’t—” He’s backing towards the wall as he stumbles over his words.
Well, fuck.
Hayden mentally postpones his freak out for later, because Shane is providing all the freaking out he thinks the room can handle.
“Shane, it’s okay.”
“It’s not!”
“It is. I promise. Look, you have two choices. I can pretend this never happened—”
“Yes, that,” Shane says quickly. “It never happened.”
Hayden keeps talking. “Or you can tell me why you look like utter shit. Did Rozanov treat you badly?”
“No!” Shane sounds offended that Hayden would even suggest that. Okay, not that. But it is Rozanov. And Shane? Together? Hayden’s head might explode. But Shane looks like he’s on the edge of hyperventilating and Hayden doesn’t think him freaking out too would make things better, so he adds it to his rapidly growing freak-out-later list.
He sits up and pats the bed. “Come. Sit. Talk. Please.” He grabs a tissue box off the nightstand and puts it next to him.
Shane perches on the bed, not putting his full weight down. “What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me what happened? If you want to.” Shane stays quiet. “Please? You look like you could use someone to talk to. A friend.”
Shane stays tense for a few more seconds before his shoulders drop and he sags in on himself. He grabs a tissue and wipes his eyes. “He wanted me to stay.”
Hayden’s not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t that. “Did you want to?”
Shane doesn’t answer for a long time before he says quietly, “Yeah. I told him I would.”
“Okay. So why are you here?”
“He called me Shane.”
“That’s your name?”
“Not to him. He’s never—we’ve never—it’s always Hollander and Rozanov.”
“You didn’t like him saying that?”
Shane just stares at the ground.
“You did like it.”
Shane nods, but then shrugs hopelessly. “I told him we had a team meeting tomorrow that I forgot about and I left.”
“You forgot a team meeting,” Hayden says skeptically.
Shane’s face crumples back into tears.
Fuck. “Shane?”
“That’s what he said,” he chokes out. He sniffs hard and wipes away tears with another tissue that he yanks from the box. “I told him I couldn’t do this anymore. I told him I had to leave.”
Hayden has never experienced an ounce of sympathy for Ilya fucking Rozanov, but what he’s feeling right now feels suspiciously like it.
“How long have you been doing this?”
Shane’s head snaps up. “You can’t—no one can know! Please, you can’t.”
Wow, and isn’t that a punch to the gut. He knows he hasn’t exactly been loud about not giving a damn who people sleep with, but he didn’t think his best friend would think he would out him. If Shane’s even gay. But he must be something, if he’s sleeping with fucking Ro—he sighs and mentally amends the name in his head—sleeping with Rozanov.
“I’m not going to tell anyone,” Hayden says. “I promise.” Shane relaxes about a millimeter. “I just want to know.”
Shane huffs out a breath. “Since before our rookie year.”
Holy fucking shit.
“With Rozanov?? But you hate each other!”
Shane laughs wetly. “No, we don’t.”
Fuck, that’s not just not-hate in Shane’s voice. Shane’s in love with Ilya fucking Rozanov. (Hayden doesn’t even try to remove the swear this time.) Shane’s in love with Ilya fucking Rozanov and it sure as hell sounds like Ilya fucking Rozanov is in love with Shane and tried to show it today. Except now Shane is here and not there.
Fuuuuuck, the sympathy for Rozanov is back. Ughhh. He might be Ilya fucking Rozanov, but Hayden can’t help but think about what it would have felt like if Jackie had walked out on him the first time he said her name, after years of hiding and sneaking around and trying to be something in a society that said they couldn’t.
Fuck. He can’t let Shane destroy this without at least giving him an option not to.
“What do you want to do?”
“What?” Shane looks confused.
“Do you want to sleep here?”
Shane flinches. “Oh.” He stands up and Hayden doesn’t understand until Shane continues. “I can go. I’ll ask for another room.”
There’s the gut punch again.
“No! That’s not what I meant — I don’t care if you’re gay. Or bi. Or whatever. I don’t care.” Shane looks so relieved that Hayden stands up. “Come here and let me hug you.” He opens his arms and Shane steps right into them. He’s shaking just a bit, so Hayden holds him tight. “You idiot. This doesn’t change anything. We’re still best friends.”
“Yeah?” Shane’s voice is unsteady.
“Yeah. And of course you can sleep here. I’d never kick you out. I just thought…maybe you want to go back to Rozanov’s?”
Shane pulls back from the hug to stare at him. “What?”
“He surprised you, right? You had a routine and he changed it.”
“So?”
“So, you don’t deal great with change.”
“I do!”
Hayden laughs. “You really, really don’t,” he says, and Shane has the good grace to look a bit sheepish. “But now that you’ve had some time to think about it, maybe you’ve gotten over the surprise?”
Shane doesn’t say anything, but it looks like he’s listening.
“Maybe it’s not a bad change?” Hayden suggests softly.
“You think he’s an asshole,” Shane points out.
“Well, yeah,” Hayden agrees. “But it’s not my opinion that matters.” He considers his next words but decides he probably won’t make things worse. “And I don’t think you’d be this upset if he was actually an asshole all the time. Maybe you see a different side of him?”
Shane’s face softens. “Yeah.” He looks at the ground. “It was so nice today. But—when I left, he looked…” he trails off like he can’t find the words. Fucking devastated, Hayden guesses.
“A lot like you do right now?”
Shane huffs a laugh. “Yeah, probably.”
“Do you want to go back to his place?”
Shane doesn’t answer for a bit, but then takes a deep breath, blows it out, and nods.
“Alright. I’ll drive you.”
“You’ll drive me? How do you have a car?”
“Jackie wanted jam from a place an hour away.”
“They don’t ship?” Shane asks incredulously.
“Of course they do, but I was here anyway. What else am I going to do with a day off in fucking Boston? I don’t have a ‘friend’ here.” He does air quotes and Shane smiles. “I left the car in the parking garage to be picked up tomorrow, but it’s still there now. Let’s go.”
“Isn’t it late?”
Hayden laughs. “It’s not even 8:30. If we had an evening game we’d still be playing.”
“Oh. I guess I lost track of time.”
Hayden can understand why. “It’s still early. You won’t even have to bang on his door at 2 o’clock in the morning.”
“I wouldn’t do that!”
“You’re going to have to if we don’t get moving.”
“I have to get ready!” Shane protests.
“Alright. You have 5 minutes and then I’m leaving.”
Shane laughs, looking happier than he has since he first walked in. “You’re such a dad.”
Hayden grins. “Hey, go with your strengths.”
Shane laughs again, and Hayden shoos him into the bathroom to clean himself up and get changed into something more appropriate for leaving the hotel.
Hayden’s changed too by the time Shane comes out. Shane goes to his bag and starts carefully folding clothes to put inside. “What if he doesn’t want to see me?” he asks quietly, his eyes staying firmly on the shirt he’s folding.
“Then we’ll come back here and get drunk enough that we have to sit out tomorrow with ‘food poisoning’.”
Shane looks scandalized. “We’re not going to be hungover on a game day!”
Hayden laughs. “Alright, Captain. No drinking. We’ll come back and watch an action movie where the characters just grunt at each other. No feelings at all.”
Shane laughs too, then asks softly, “Can we have ice cream?”
“Absolutely. We’ll eat it right out of the container with a spoon. Just like in all the romcoms.”
“You watch them?”
“Jackie loves them, so yeah. Happy wife…”
“More kids?”
Hayden laughs. “Apparently. Doesn’t rhyme quite as well though.”
Shane laughs, then zips up his bag. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Look at that, it didn’t even take you the full five minutes. My kids could learn something from you.”
“Oh yeah, I’m a great role model,” Shane says. There’s more sarcasm in his voice than Hayden wants to hear.
“You are,” Hayden says seriously, and Shane looks at the ground. “You are. I’d be thrilled if my kids turned out like you.”
“Sure, for my hockey skills.”
“Nope. I’d be thrilled if they turned out like you, even with no hockey skills.”
“Oh. Why are you being so…nice??” Shane asks, looking confused.
“I’ll tell you, but it’s time to walk and talk. We’ve got places to be.” He opens the door. “I’ll tell you in the car, okay?” He can’t see anyone in the hallway, but he knows there are ears everywhere.
“Okay.”
They head down to the parking garage. The car is right where Hayden left it, and he unlocks it with his phone and he and Shane get in and close the doors.
“Alright, where am I going?”
“Oh.” Shane looks at his phone and rattles off an address and Hayden puts it in the GPS. About 15 minutes away. He pulls the car out of the parkade and starts driving.
“So,” Hayden says, picking up their conversation from the hotel room, “you thought I was going to out you, or refuse to share a room with you.”
“No! I just…”
“Okay. You weren’t confident that I wouldn’t out you, or that I would keep sharing a room with you.”
Shane just shrugs. “Hockey players, you know?”
Hayden does know. In a sport where cocksucker is one of the most common insults thrown around, he’s not surprised that Shane wasn’t willing to trust him. Does make him feel like an absolute asshole though.
“Yeah. So apparently I was a dick in the past, and I need to make up for it. So, for today only, you get completely sincere Hayden. Enjoy it.”
“You weren’t a dick. There are lots of players who are worse.”
“Wow, what a compliment,” Hayden says sarcastically. “I’d like to hit a slightly higher bar than ‘not actively homophobic’.”
“I get why you didn’t do anything.”
“What, someone might think I’m gay? I think I’ve established my sleeping with a woman cred pretty strongly, unless my kids were all dropped off by storks. Nope, I was just a dick.”
“You didn’t want to make people uncomfortable.”
“Ah, yes, bigots’ comfort. My top priority. How did it make you feel?”
Shane shrugs.
“Yeah, I thought so. I’d rather you were comfortable than some assholes.”
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” Shane says, panic rising in his voice.
“I know. I’m not going to. But who knows? Maybe you’re not the only not-straight person on the team. A rainbow here and there might help.”
“What are you going to tell the team?”
“That Jackie and I want our kids to know that their parents will accept them even if they’re not straight. I’ll say it was Jackie’s idea. Oh, can I tell her?”
“Let me think about that?”
“Of course.”
Shane is quiet for a bit, staring out the window as the outside passes by. “You’re really going to start having more rainbows?”
“Yes. I should have done that a long time ago. The thing about my kids is true too — I want them to know their daddy’s not a dick despite being an MLH player.”
Shane laughs, but sobers quickly. “What if someone is rude about it?”
“Well, I’ve got the hottest woman in the world in my bed, and they’ve probably only got their own hand. Seems like a them problem.”
Shane laughs out loud, and Hayden grins. Shane’s a lot more relaxed now, and has lost a lot of his perfect posture.
“You said today was nice,” Hayden says. “Why?” He glances over and can see Shane’s blush even in the streetlights. “Not the sex parts! And only if you want to share. Just…you don’t get to talk about this with anyone, do you?”
“No.”
“Sometimes it can be nice sharing the good parts.”
He keeps driving for several blocks before Shane says, “He made me a tuna melt.”
“Was it good?”
“Yeah. And he had ginger ale for me.”
Hayden can’t hide his smile. Rozanov’s definitely in love and was definitely planning this if he had ginger ale for Shane.
“What?” Shane asks defensively.
“Nothing. I think it’s sweet.”
“Oh.” Shane smiles. “Yeah.” He turns to look out the window. “We napped together. We’ve never done that before.”
“Never had a chance?”
“Neither of us ever stayed before. It wasn’t—that wasn’t the point.”
Another point for Rozanov planning today. “Was it nice? Napping.”
“Yeah.” He can hear the smile in Shane’s voice. “Yeah, it was really nice.”
“Who was the big spoon?”
Shane’s head snaps towards him, probably looking to see if Hayden is making a joke. Hayden keeps his eyes firmly on the road. “Not being a dick, remember?”
“Yeah, okay.” The dark streets keep passing by outside. “He was,” Shane finally says quietly.
“It’s nice being held, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“It’s not nice being held?” Hayden asks. He’ll play dumb if it makes Shane talk.
“No, it is,” Shane says. “But—why are you so okay with this?”
“I told you; not a dick.”
“Not the him being a guy part. Just—it’s Rozanov. Don’t you think that’s weird?”
“Oh. Yup. Super weird. But I’m not the one napping with him, so my opinion is pretty irrelevant.”
“You don’t think it’s fraternizing with the enemy?”
“Have you ever thrown a game for him?”
“No, of course not!”
“Has he ever thrown a game for you? Let you score?”
“No!”
“Then I don’t see a problem.”
“Other people would.”
“Other people think yelling ‘shooooot’ at us will make us shoot. I really don’t think we need to care about their opinions.”
Shane laughs. “But you still think it’s weird.”
“Oh yeah, super weird. Not bad weird. Just weird weird.”
“Ah, that clears everything up.”
“If he makes you happy, I don’t really care how weird it is. Does he make you happy?”
Shane smiles. “Yeah.”
“Good. Then I’m happy, even if it’s weird.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Can I ask; why did you tell me today?”
Shane looks out the window again. “You hugged me. And…I didn’t want to keep calling him the wrong name.”
Pieces click together in Hayden’s brain. “Wait, he called you Shane. What did you call him?”
“Ilya. For the first time. And then I left.”
Ooof. Shane sounds so down on himself. Hayden’s really glad he’s doing something to try to fix this.
“Maybe that’s another good change, once you’ve had some time to get used to it? First names seem nice.”
Shane huffs a bitter laugh. “Yeah. Seems like something I shouldn’t need time to get used to.”
Oh no, not going down that path. “No, that’s not fair. You do need time to get used to stuff like that. If Rozanov’s not a dick, he’ll understand.”
“And if he is a dick?”
“Ice cream and action movies.”
Shane laughs. “Okay.”
They pull into Rozanov’s neighbourhood and then onto his street.
“I’m really glad you told me,” Hayden says.
“Me too,” Shane says. “This is it,” he says, gesturing for Hayden to turn. He does and follows the winding driveway of the house sheltered in the trees. Hayden parks so he can see the front door.
“We’re here!” He looks at Shane, who’s not moving. “You can do this.”
“You’ll stay until…” Shane trails off.
“Until you go inside, or we go back to the hotel and eat ice cream.”
“Alright.”
“Go get him, tiger!” Hayden cries. Shane rolls his eyes at him and gets out of the car. The automatic light clicks on when he gets closer to the front door, so Hayden can see him lean in and ring the bell.
Enough time goes by that Hayden starts to worry and Shane shifts awkwardly back and forth, but then the door opens and Rozanov is standing there. He fucking lights up for a split second when he sees Shane, before his expression goes back to its usual bored smugness that Hayden longs to punch. But today, maybe he’s willing to give Rozanov a tiny bit of a break. And Hayden knows what he saw when Rozanov first saw Shane — it looked like he could breathe again.
They stand there in the doorway talking. Rozanov’s expression varies between smugness and skepticism and Hayden is honestly considering rolling down the window and yelling at him to stop being a dick when he suddenly pulls Shane in close and they’re kissing. And holy fuck, Hayden knew they were fucking, but it’s something else to see that level of intensity in a kiss. Rozanov’s hands are in Shane’s hair, cradling his head like it’s precious, and Shane’s hands are on Rozanov’s body, pulling him closer.
When they finally break apart, Rozanov is smiling, but it’s not his usual smug, snarky smile. He just looks…happy. He also keeps his hands on Shane, even when Shane turns to wave at Hayden. Shane’s smiling too, a bright happy smile that Hayden loves to see. He flashes his lights at them in acknowledgment and watches as they walk into the house with Rozanov’s arm wrapped around Shane, holding him close.
Hayden heads back to the hotel, stopping at a grocery store on the way. He’s going to eat ice cream and watch the cheesiest romcom he can find.
~~~
Shane shows up a few hours before the game looking relaxed and happy.
“Good night?” Hayden asks from where he’s lounging on his bed.
Shane blushes red, but he’s still smiling. “Yeah.”
“Ready to kick some Boston ass?”
Shane laughs. “Always.”
“Is that like a kink thing for you guys? Winner gets to tie the other one up?”
Shane looks shocked for a second before he grins. “If you make comments like that, I’ll give you details.”
Hayden laughs and raises his hands in surrender. “Absolutely not. No more comments.”
Shane laughs too and comes over to the bed. “Stand up. I want to hug you.”
Hayden grins and stands up. Shane wraps his arms around him and Hayden hugs him back.
“Thank you,” Shane says into his shoulder.
“It’s fixed?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. When it’s a good time, I’d like to meet him.”
Shane steps back from the hug. “Next month, they get into town the day before the game. Maybe we could have dinner? With you and Jackie?”
“Of course! Oh, Jackie’s going to love that!” He can’t wait to tell her — she’s going to be so excited. “We’ll be your first dinner party!”
“Our first anything.”
“Oh my god, Jackie’s going to freak. She loves being first.”
“Will she be okay with—you know.”
“You and Rozanov? Yes. Do you want me to call her right now?”
“You don’t have to.”
“What if I want to?”
Shane shrugs, and that’s as good as a yes. Hayden dials immediately.
“Hey, babe. A question for you! Shane is”—he pulls away from the phone—“What would you say you are?” he asks Shane. “Dating? Lovers? Friends with benefits plus?” Shane just stares at him, so Hayden talks into the phone again. “Shane is Netflix and chilling with Ilya Rozanov. Do you want to host them for dinner before our next game against Boston?”
Jackie is laughing at the other end. “Oh my god, you’re so bad at this. Put me on speakerphone.”
He laughs and clicks speakerphone on. “You’re on.”
“Hi, Shane,” Jackie says. “Would you and Ilya like to come for dinner?”
Shane makes a sound like he’s been hit into the boards.
“Shane?” Hayden says, alarmed.
“Just like that?” Shane asks. “You’re okay with it?”
“Yes to both,” Jackie says, without hesitation. “If you like him, we want to meet him.”
Hayden really did marry the best woman in the world. But Shane looks dangerously pale and his breathing is choppy and fast, so Hayden guides him to sit on the bed. “Hey, breathe. It’s okay.”
“Is he sitting down?” Jackie asks.
“Yeah.”
“Shane, would it help if Hayden rubbed your back?”
Shane shrugs, but then nods, so Hayden sits beside him and rubs his back. “Good idea, Jacks.”
“I’m going to talk about the kids now,” Jackie says. “Let me know when I should stop.”
Shane doesn’t say anything, so Hayden keeps rubbing his back while Jackie talks. There’s not much content to what she’s talking about, just a soothing cadence.
Eventually Shane relaxes and his breathing gets closer to normal. “Jackie?”
Jackie cuts off her story. “Yeah?”
“You picked a really great guy to marry.”
“Yeah, I did.” Hayden can hear her smile through the phone.
“And you’re pretty great too.”
“So are you. Thanks for trusting us, Shane.”
“Thank you.” Shane turns to Hayden. “Netflix and chilling is possibly the worst way to describe it though,” he says dryly, and Hayden laughs.
“I thought about ‘knocking boots’, but thought that was even worse.”
Jackie cackles over the phone and Shane laughs out loud. “Oh my god. Way to make Netflix and chill sound better.”
“See? It could have been worse!”
“Is there a word you want to use, Shane?” Jackie asks.
Shane looks at the ground, but he’s lightly blushing and looks happy. “Boyfriends, I think.”
There’s a tiny cut-off squeak on the phone and Shane looks at it and then looks at Hayden questioningly.
“I told you she loves romcoms, right?” Hayden says. “Pretty sure that was her hiding delighted squeaking.”
“Hayden! I was being so normal about it!”
“Were you squeaking?” Shane asks, curious.
“Of course,” Jackie says with a laugh. “You guys are the biggest rivals and now you’re boyfriends.”
“Secret boyfriends, Jacks,” Hayden reminds her.
“Yeah, I know. Not going to tell anyone. But Shane, you’re together now and you came out to us and I’m just so happy for you.”
“Hayden said you’d like that you got to be the first one to have us over as a couple?”
Jackie gasps. “Oh my god, this is your first couple thing? And I get to host it? Yes!”
“You won’t make it a big deal, right?” Shane asks. There’s a hint of panic back in his voice.
Jackie clearly hears it, because she says, “Nope, not a big deal at all. Just two couples hanging out together. Very boring and normal.”
Shane is quiet for a few seconds before he sniffs.
“Shane?”
“Boring and normal,” he says, and his voice is choked. “I’d like that.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Jackie promises.
“We’ve never done that before,” Shane says, and Hayden suddenly understands the tears. They haven’t gotten to do any of the normal couple things out in public. All the things he takes for granted have had to be hidden behind closed doors. He wraps his arm around Shane and squeezes.
“You can do lots of normal boring couple stuff with us,” he says.
Shane sniffs again and leans into him. “Okay.”
“Thank you for trusting us, Shane,” Jackie says.
“Thanks for reacting so well.”
“Of course. Now, I think you guys have a game to get ready for, and I have to pick up the kids from swimming.”
“Bye, Jacks.”
“Bye, Jackie.”
“Bye, guys!”
The call ends and Hayden puts the phone back in his pocket.
“Sorry for freaking out,” Shane says quietly.
Hayden puts his arm around Shane again. “Nothing to worry about. You’ve had a pretty eventful two days and today was another change you had to get used to.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“But maybe, another good change?”
Shane laughs and leans against him. “Yeah. What’s she going to do when you tell her you’re the one who got us back together?”
“Oh, full-scale delighted shrieking, I expect. And then, well, she’s already pregnant, so I guess ‘make a baby’ isn’t possible,” Hayden says with a grin. “But we’ll certainly try.”
Shane shoves him off the bed and Hayden laughs.
~~~
Shane and Rozanov both have one of those games where it’s fun just to share the ice with them (unless you’re a goalie). They skate circles around everyone else, and the goals and assists pile up for both of them. It’s honestly like watching magic when they get going. Hayden’s sitting on a goal and two assists so far just from being on the ice while Shane was doing his thing, so he’s feeling pretty great.
Halfway through the 2nd period, Rozanov checks him into the boards, but lighter than when Hayden’s been on the receiving end in the past. He puts his face right next to Hayden’s ear and Hayden swears he says, “Thanks,” before he pushes off and skates away.
Alright. Hayden still thinks he’s an asshole, but as he watches Rozanov steal the puck from Shane and dart away laughing as Shane chases after him, he’s willing to admit that maybe there’s more to him. When Rozanov scores to tie it ten seconds later and does his fucking annoying celly, Hayden edges the asshole percentage up again. Just…maybe he’s an asshole who’s in love with Hayden’s captain and who his captain’s in love with too. Hayden can live with that.