Thinking about Shane and Ilya only starting to discover each other's likes and dislikes after knowing each other for almost a decade is actually so funny.
Because like, picture it, it's their first morning waking up together at the cottage, and after a little bit of lazy making out and cuddling, Shane decides he wants to sleep some more. So Ilya takes it upon himself to make breakfast, partly to thank Shane for everything, partly because he's now sure that he's absolutely in love with this man, and partly to show off his excellent culinary skills.
And even though Shane looks so touched when Ilya wakes him up with breakfast in bed, Ilya notices the smile drop slightly when his eyes land on the scrambled eggs. But then it's back twice as big a moment later as Shane thanks him, so Ilya figures it's nothing.
And then Shane actually starts eating and Ilya watches as he eats his bacon and all of the toast around the eggs. When Shane finally takes a small forkful of egg, he's like "Mmm, delicious," but he looks like chewing it is an effort in the way that scrambled eggs just shouldn't be.
"Shane," says Ilya, trying to fight down a laugh, but only because this man really is the sweetest person in the world, "is there something wrong with the eggs?"
"No!" he replies, a little too defensively, taking an even bigger mouthful. He immediately looks like he's concentrating really hard not to gag. Shane then takes an enormous swig of coffee like he's trying to wash it as far down as possible, and now Ilya is laughing because this man is ridiculous and his heart feels like it might explode with how much he loves him.
"If you don't like eggs you can just say so," says Ilya, grabbing his hand to prevent him from inflicting any more of it upon himself. "I won't be mad."
And Shane gives him the biggest most apologetic look with those stupidly beautiful brown eyes of his.
"It's just scrambled eggs," he mumbles, cheeks red as he sets down the plate on the nightstand. "Sorry, I should have just said. I just still feel like shit about that time in Boston and I... I didn't want you to think that it's a problem with your cooking or something."
And Ilya can't help it, he laughs and leans forward to steal a coffee-flavoured kiss.
"I know my cooking is not why you keep me around," he says, and runs his tongue over Shane's bottom lip. "And now I know that scrambled eggs are evil. You want me to help you forget all about them?"
And until the two of them emerge from bed several hours later, they do.
