Summary:

“…You want to?” he asks.

Shane blinks. “What?”

“Kiss someone.”

The question makes Shane’s brain short circuit.

Shane swallows. “I mean—yeah.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

“I don’t know.” Shane shrugs again, shoulders tight. “Timing. People. It’s just… not something I think about like that.”

That’s not entirely true.

He does think about it. Just in a different way. Abstractly. Like something other people do, but not he himself.

Ilya watches him for a long moment.

“I could show you.”