Summary:

“I want one day,” Shane interrupted Ilya’s inner meltdown with, really, the only acceptable response. “And then we can…” Shane trailed off. “Then we can, I don’t know. Reset.” “Reset,” Ilya repeated, unconvinced. “Yeah.” It was another few moments of stunned silence before Ilya spoke again. “We could go somewhere.” * or, what if Shane decided to stay, that night… and then decided to miss his flight home the next day.