Summary:

It’s not a cure for the weight on his chest right now, but this is exactly what Ilya needs. He silently strips down to his boxers and crawls in behind Shane. Anya picks her head up at the movement, and Ilya reaches over Shane to rub her back for a second before he wraps his arm around Shane’s waist. “Mm,” Shane hums, inhaling sharply as he wakes up. “You’re back.” - or, a sweet, sleepy moment between husbands