Summary:

He reached into his pocket for his phone and fuck– he was still wearing Rozanov’s clothes. They smelt like him. He couldn’t go back inside now to get his own, that would make for even more embarrassment. I just need to get out of here, far away. He opened his phone and tried to call an Uber, but his vision was so blurry from unshed tears, he couldn't see a thing on the screen. What the fuck was he doing? Ilya is never going to talk to him again and he’s out here on the ground having a fucking panic attack. Or, what if when Shane leaves Ilya on the couch, he only makes it past the front door before breaking down?