Summary:

“I feel stupid,” Ilya admits, the words slipping out thin and brittle. “I should be able to do this.” Shane pauses for a fraction of a second, then resumes, gentler still. “I know you think that,” he says. “But right now, your job is to be here and let me help. That’s it. You’re doing great.” *ilya is stuck in a depressive episode and shane helps him through it*