Summary:

His phone reads 12:05am when the call comes through. Lily appearing on his screen. Smiling, Shane swipes to answer the video request, something in his chest settling when Ilya’s face appears. “I thought you were busy partying.” Ilya wrinkles his nose, adjusting the phone so the light from whichever darkened corner he’s found illuminates his face, “Doesn’t mean I would not call. Happy New Year.” “Happy New Year.” Shane echoes, shimmying down into his pile of pillows.