Summary:

“Hunter,” he said, all self-satisfied smirking before he’d so much as said hello, sliding his phone onto the table between them. “You are not in bed yet? Is very late.”

“Rozanov,” he said, lips pressed in a resigned half-smile. “You don’t have anything better to do?”

“No,” Rozanov shrugged, pouting so minutely Scott thought the expression might actually have been sincere, not meant for him to see. “My plus-one could not make it.”

Ah. Now that, he could commiserate with. Though he seriously doubted that Rozanov was missing whatever poor woman he had attempted to sweet-talk into a slinky dress and onto his arm for the red carpet as much as Scott missed Kip. “That sucks. Mine neither.”

 

Or: Scott Hunter has an enlightening conversation with Ilya Rozanov after his speech at the MLH awards.