Summary:

“Is my favourite thing.” Ilya murmurs.

The rain has started to slow down a little. Barely any lightning strikes anymore. Soon, the sky will clear.

“What is?” Shane asks.

Ilya brings their joined hands up to his face and presses a small, tired smile to the back of Shane’s hand. “You and me.”

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(or: they’re best friends who go on a roadtrip together.)