Ok hi Shane and Ilya get in a FIGHT ok like capital letters fight ! Ilya is pissed OFF Shane is grumpy and they both say some things they do not mean. Ilya is going off at Shane and Shane feels attacked because he was just trying to communicate and then Ilya got all pissy and all stupid and petty and they bitch at each other. Ilya snaps a cheap shot back at Shane and then Shane just goes shut off mode. He’s like fine. Walks away, silence. Silent treatment for hours. They don’t eat dinner together- Ilya makes a show of leaving to get McDonalds and Shane passive aggressively makes rice and reheats chicken and Shane spends an hour in the gym while Ilya goes for a run. Ilya uses the guest room bathroom and Shane goes up to bed before it even hits 8pm, early even for him.
Shane is in bed and he’s 😠 and he’s laying there reading his book with a frown and his jaw grit and it goes 9, then 10 and then Shane is shutting off the light and pulling up the covers and closing his eyes. He feels nowhere close to sleep even- running in his head over and over and over their fight and maybe he over reacted and he’s not even sure he’s that made anymore but he’d hated Ilyas reaction and now he’s pissed off because whatever he hates that he’s thinking about the classic things he’s always heard of never go to bed angry and there they are and Shane is going to bed angry and he doesn’t even know if Ilya is coming to bed and he’s getting that horrible anxious curling in his chest- and then the bedroom door clicks open. Ilya is quiet when he sees it’s dark inside. Shane lies there and listens to Ilya shuffle around in the dark getting ready for bed and his chest aches and he’s happy Ilya’s coming to bed and upset they haven’t spoken and his mind is a little storm storm storm.
Then Ilyas pulling back the covers and sliding into bed and Shane can feel the heat of him behind him and he doesn’t want Ilya to touch him and he desperately wants to fall asleep in Ilyas arms and he had a headache and he fucking hates fighting with Ilya and he’s anxious and wants to talk to Ilya about the anxiety and then, Ilya’s hand is on his side, a tiny gentle brush, hand curling around his hip. And Ilya is whispering “Shane” and Shane’s eyes sting a little and he just lets out a little hum in reply and then Ilya says. “Goodnight kiss?” And Shane’s eyes really sting because Ilya always asks for a goodnight kiss and he wants that too, even if he’s mad- was mad- if they don’t have it all perfect he wants to give Ilya his goodnight kiss, to know he loves him at the end of the day. Of every day even the bad ones.
Shane rolls over and little frown and eyes on ilya and he grumbles “ok. But I’m still mad” and Ilya nods and presses their foreheads together and whispers back “me too” and nudges their noses together. Then Shane kisses him, a soft warm brush of lips. His goodnight kiss. Shane breaks the kiss and pushes his face into Ilya cheek and sighs. “Fight again tomorrow?” Ilya asks, voice soft and small and his hand finding Shane’s, fingers tangling together. And Shane nods, kisses under Ilya’s eye and they fall asleep like that, wrapped together close.
