Summary:

“Say something.” Ilya asks “in Russian. For me.” Then softly, carefully, he does. “Я всё ещё скучный.“ I’m still boring. He tried to add humour to it. But he doesn’t know if it reached. Still, Ilya's breath catches.“Oh.” He says like he’s just been handed something precious. “You’re perfect.” Or, Shane had been learning Russian the whole time.