Summary:

Ilya groans as he pushes himself off the couch, popping his back before padding toward the door. He opens the door with the bitchiest expression he can muster, ready to yell at whoever is disturbing his time to mope. Until he realizes he is looking at Shane fucking Hollander. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Ilya does not go to the cottage. (Shane goes to him instead.)