“No one is here now,” Ilya observes, theatrically turning his head left and right and spreading his arms wide. Droplets of water trickle temptingly down the line of his forearms, tracing a stark vein running along his bicep. “Just us.”
“Just us,” Shane echoes, quiet and almost disbelieving.
These days together have melted into one long, sundrenched dream. At any given moment, he half-expects he’ll jolt awake.
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Or: the day after the ‘I love you’s, Shane still doesn’t quite think this could all be real. A golden afternoon down at the lake helps him believe it. A 1x06 missing scene.




















