Summary:

"How about you tell me everything that’s on your mind but in Russian? I won’t understand but maybe it’ll help?” Ilya never speaks his mind in English, not really. Besides, feelings don’t really have a place in this dance they’ve been doing for years. Shane discovered that easily enough on the couch in Ilya’s house, flayed open under his gaze by a single utterance of his first name. He bolted like a spooked horse before the afterglow could even set in. But God, what if Shane could finally get a real glimpse into it? To see what Ilya won’t tell him, can’t tell him? The emotions he keeps buried so deep under the Hollanders and that asshole persona? Before he can think better of it, Shane pulls up his Google Translate app. or, a re-imagining of the phone call confession in episode 5