Summary:

Cliff had to approach this correctly, or Ilya was liable to sock him in the jaw and clam up entirely. Subtlety was his friend here.

And all of that flew immediately out of his head the moment that Ilya opened his front door, looking sweaty and shirtless and mildly pissed off, which was pretty much his standard look.

“Are you moving to Canada for some fuckboy?” was how the question came out of his mouth instead.

AKA the time that Cliff Marleau figured almost all of it out

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