Summary:

Ilya shrugs, trying to brush it off. “Is ok,” he mumbles. Shane’s innocent brown eyes meet him dead on, all soft and questioning. For a moment, Ilya worries that Shane is looking so intently that he is going to see right through him, maybe somehow see into the past and watch how, after last time – after Shane ran away – Ilya sat with his head in his hands on the couch for a long time, unsure of whether to bitterly laugh or cry at the fact that it was him – Ilya – who had so casually tried and tremendously failed to move them forward – that time. --- OR: After Ilya invites Shane over before the game in Boston, some old insecurities about Shane running away last time resurface.