Summary:

"Montreal is much closer to Ottawa than to Boston, of course. Yet somehow Shane feels farther away than ever before. Ilya doesn’ t think it’s Shane’s fault. Ilya knows what he agreed to. Ilya used to be used to not being touched. Now, it makes him feel like he’s dying." Started as a fic abt ilya being touch starved and how casual sex used to be very convenient and then I decided he deserves essentially an emotional support animal lol.