Ilya is the kind of person who would ask his husband of he still loves him at least five times a day.
And sure, Shane tells him "love you" every time he leaves the house or before they go to bed, it's a habit. And Ilya knows Shane loves him, he feels loved, that is not the question. It's just sometimes Ilya gets in his head, especially on bad days, and hearing Shane promising his love again would just help sooth Ilya's restless mind.
The only thing is, despite getting better thanks to therapy, sometimes Ilya still struggles asking Shane directly for favours, especially for these stupid little things that Ilya thinks he should know already and not be such a baby about it.
One of these days they bicker in the kitchen, as they always do, and Ilya loves that Shane has such strong opinions on how to load the dishwasher and how he doesn't hold back telling Ilya about it, where he'd hide his irritation under a mask of politeness with everyone else. "Ilya, I love you, but if you put the olive wood bowls in the dishwasher again, you gonna sleep on the couch", Shane grumbles halfheartedly. Ilya, feeling a little rough and untethered today, doesn't realise what he is saying when he quitely asks: "Oh. You do?"
And Shane, so finely tuned to Ilya's tone and moods, immediately turns around to him, concern written all over his face as he tilts his head. "Of course I do. You know that, right?" Ilya scoffs and waves a hand, "Yeah, yeah. I know," and tries to tease Shane in an attempt to diffuse this moment that suddenly got too emotional for his liking.
But it wouldn't be Shane if we would let Ilya get away with his bullshitting, and in just a few steps he crosses the room and cups Ilya's face, gently urging Ilya to look at him. "I love you, Ilyusha. So fucking much." Ilya rolls his eyes, but he can't quiet disguise how he he begins to tremble so he buries his hands in Shane's sweater. "Yeah, okay. Love you too. Shall I do dishes now or what."
"Ilya. Ilyusha." Shane, forever the unstoppable force, doesn't let himself be deterred. His thumbs caress the stubble on Ilya's cheeks and Ilya leans into the touch, soaks in the warmth and calm radiating from Shane. "Я тебя люблю", Shane says, quiet and so certain, and something in Ilya gives in, his body going limp.
Finally he is able to meet Shane's gaze and Ilya is drowning in these deep brown eyes, overwhelmed by all the love pouring out of Shane, the silent strength in his husband's expression. Always so steadfast, always so earnest. And there is not one single one of the dark, insecure thoughts left in Ilya's head. He sinks in Shane's embrace, let's himself be craddled while crying softly, and hearing those wonderful words over and over again. "I love you. I love you. Я тебя люблю."
These thoughts won't be gone forever, and again, Ilya will feel silly for feeling so desperate. But again, it wouldn't be Shane if he didn't realise what his husband really needs. So he makes sure to take amoment every single day to take Ilya's hand and makes him look in Shane's eyes, when he calmly tells Ilya how much he loves him, just like he did on their wedding day. And no matter how often Shane says it, Ilya always melts against him.
And after some time, he manages to push through, and ask Shane directly "Can say that you love me, please?". Because he knows Shane does, Ilya just wants to hear it, again and again. And Shane complies of course, every single time with the same affection and sincerity.