Hopeless Dreamer

Look at this man experiencing freckles and awkward Canadian politeness and developing a fat crush.

My favourite part however is as Shane is leaving clearly uncomfortable with how their conversation went (he does a head tilt like "well, that went horribly")

Ilya notices and that's when he chirps, immediately making Shane more comfortable as he chirps back. And thus, their lovingly teasing, when they say "asshole" and "boring" they really mean "I love you" dynamic is born.

And then, all of a sudden, there was a freckled angel waking him up by kissing every inch of his face.

Forehead? Mwah.

Between his eyebrows? Mwah.

His temple? Mwah.

His cheek? Mwah.

His nose bridge? Mwah.

His mole? Mwah.

Ilya smiled brightly with his eyes still closed. “You missed a spot.” Shane chuckled. “Mmm.”

He kissed Ilya’s nose.

Ilya tsked in disagreement. Shane laughed.

He kissed Ilya’s jaw.

Ilya groaned, God’s brightest smile still plastered across his face. Shane couldn’t have that. He couldn’t not kiss him even more. So he crashed their lips together. Ilya hummed happily against his mouth before opening his eyes. “Very good, mylysh.” He immediately kissed him again to hide his now furiously blushing face. Ilya was losing his mind.