[ How does he always seem to know what Shane is thinking these days? It startles him out of his thoughts, out of the abyss in his head where he's wondering how in the hell today even happened, how all his secrets had come out at once and the world hadn't ended, but... here they are. Nearly back home again and with Ilya fishing him out of his potential spiral with just one touch on the back of his neck.
The smile Shane shoots him is helpless, all too honest. He feels impossibly raw and relaxed, two things that don't seem to go together but the pressure of Ilya's hand is grounding. At this point it's nearly all that's keeping the car on the road. ]
You trying to get me drunk?
[ Even to Shane, the thought doesn't sound bad. He doesn't know if he'll ever sleep otherwise, if he's being honest with himself. Maybe tonight's the night he drinks like the playboy Ilya Rozanov and they'll see what happens. ]
I know. I know, I do. It went... god, I don't know, as best as it could have, I guess? Fucking... considering.
[ Even now the memory of seeing Ilya look past him, over his shoulder, only for his face to change at the sight of David Hollander, sends ice water through Shane's veins. Considering that, yeah. Yeah, everything had gone alright. Panic attacks notwithstanding. ]
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I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONGGG sentenced to cuck chair jail
Date: 2026-01-21 05:25 am (UTC)The smile Shane shoots him is helpless, all too honest. He feels impossibly raw and relaxed, two things that don't seem to go together but the pressure of Ilya's hand is grounding. At this point it's nearly all that's keeping the car on the road. ]
You trying to get me drunk?
[ Even to Shane, the thought doesn't sound bad. He doesn't know if he'll ever sleep otherwise, if he's being honest with himself. Maybe tonight's the night he drinks like the playboy Ilya Rozanov and they'll see what happens. ]
I know. I know, I do. It went... god, I don't know, as best as it could have, I guess? Fucking... considering.
[ Even now the memory of seeing Ilya look past him, over his shoulder, only for his face to change at the sight of David Hollander, sends ice water through Shane's veins. Considering that, yeah. Yeah, everything had gone alright. Panic attacks notwithstanding. ]