Summary:

Ilya can barely see him in the dark, but he doesn't need to. He holds Shane's face in both his hands and kisses him.

"Hi," Ilya says, after a minute or three. "I'm sorry I missed you getting in."

"I'm not," Shane says, quietly. "I like coming home to you." Then - and Ilya can hear the smile creeping up his face - he adds, "You were wearing my clothes."

"Yes, well. I missed you." It's so easy to say that, now. Ilya turns onto his side again, pulling Shane's arm back over him.