Just re-watching episode 5 of Heated Rivalry (naturally...) and I just... Shane, sir, there was no need for this:
Ilya was already vibrating with the need to touch you for the entire last half of your conversion. The boy was literally bouncing in his seat - I have the receipts!
And you fucking knew it too!
You've been fucking this man for nine years. You know aaaall his little tells. You excused yourself from that conversation before he dragged you into a broom closet and ruined your brand new suit, but not without one last parting shot, hmm?
LOOK AT THIS MAN'S FACE! THIS IS A TORTURED MAN, SHANE!! HE'S FLARED HIS FUCKING NOSTRILS BECAUSE APPARENTLY IF HE CAN'T TOUCH YOU, HE NEEDS TO EMBED THE SCENT OF YOU INTO HIS BRAIN FOR THE REST OF TIME!!
THIS IS THE REACTION OF A MAN WHO JUST GOT HARD IN A CROWDED BAR BECAUSE HIS LONG-TERM SITUATIONSHIP BRUSHED HIS FUCKING SHOULDER BLADE AFTER A MONTHS-LONG DROUGHT OF TOUCHING HIM. HE IS NOT OKAY!
I'd say save my poor boy, Ilya, but he is too far gone for salvation, I fear...
