Summary:

Ilya was still learning about Shane. What made him tick. What made him go quiet, what made him think. What made Shane's eyebrows scrunch, and what made him smile. After so many years, Ilya should have known all of this. But now he had the luxury of just watching Shane exist.He could study him in the morning, when Shane was waking up. He could watch Shane as he cooked, and as he relaxed into bed with some boring hockey book. Ilya was still learning Shane. And he never really wanted to stop.