Summary:

“Are you going to be a dick and not talk about it?” Shane finally asks. Ilya is not a dick. Not always. Only when he really wants to be. “I get worried when you’re like this.” “You will have panic attack, Hollander.” “Ilya.” Shane rolls into him and buries his face into Ilya’s chest. Ilya leans down to take a long breath of his damp hair. Being close to him should be enough. Isn’t it enough? “I’m serious. I notice things.” (or; Ilya is fucking depressed again. The only person who helps is Shane.)