obsessed w the parallel that the moment Shane and Ilya truly step inside each other's spaces shit gets waaaaaaay too real for both of them, the tender aftercare that made Ilya bolt, the first name usage that sent Shane running for the hills, the softer running jokes, "Mr. Landlord, Mr. Real Estate," the way hotels are reserved for the scorching hot no strings attached post game sex but the second they step into one another's homes there's forehead kisses and playing with each other's hair and laying on each other's chests and holding each other close in bed and "I left your favorite soda chilling in the fridge for you" "let me make you something to eat" "did your mom buy those pillows for you" "how is your father doing?" Come here. No you come here. No you come here. Come be with me. Come exist beside me. Stay. Stay. Stay. But they can't because to stay there, in that space, that means something they simply cannot ignore oh I going insane I am losing it expeditiously. EXPEDITIOUSLY!!!!!!
