Summary:

"No, it's okay, it's not that big of a secret or anything now, I guess. The worst part was pretending I did not like him, like, even as a friend. And it took so much to accept that, god."

"Ilya partied a lot those years, if we listen to the rumors."

Ilya raises his hands. "Hey, I was young and stupid."

Shane looks at both of them confused for a moment. "Ah, no, no, I was the difficult one." Three heads point at him violently. Shane furrows his brow, confused. "What?"