Summary:

“I’m sorry,” Shane chokes, closing his eyes. Rozanov draws his hand, pulling Shane’s with it, to his face and wipes his cheeks.

“There is nothing to be sorry for, любовь моя, it is okay,” Rozanov murmurs, tugging at Shane’s hair again. Shane exhales, letting him clean his cheeks. “You got overwhelmed, yes? It happens.”

“I can’t be fucking normal,” Shane says quietly, whining, head falling back, pressing into Rozanov’s hand.

“No, if you were fucking normal, you would not be my Shane.”

// shane is a liar, and he's tired of it all. his life falls apart, and he finds that he doesn't actually mind.