Summary:

Looking at it even longer makes a surge of embarrassment flood through Ilya. He can’t give this to Shane! It looks horrible. Shane will laugh at him. Ilya feels his heart rate start to pick up as his emotions shift from embarrassment to anger. What a waste of time. All of this and for what? To make something badly? Something ugly?

“Fuck,” Ilya swears as his phone rings with an incoming call. Ilya blinks, noticing that he has been clenching the scarf, pulling it taught, between two fits.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

OR

Ilya finishes the scarf.