Summary:

Troy blurted, “Could I have his number?” Ilya didn’t look tired anymore, he was a whole lot more interested. He sat up, and Troy swallowed. He wasn’t physically small, but he was short, or at least a lot shorter than Ilya. Who, even still sitting, was massive. “His number?” Ilya echoed, his tone a lot colder, still amused as if he couldn’t believe what Troy was asking him. “I mean… if the rumour is true, I mean, Shane’s a babe. He seems like a good guy in general too. I just— sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I know you guys are friends, I don’t know what got into me,” Troy started rambling as Ilya got up and gave him a careful look over. - In which Troy actually does ask Ilya for Shane's number... and some following events.