Summary:

”I told her how I felt”, Ilya said quietly. ”About you.” ”You told my mom before me?” Shane’s voice cracked. He knew it was illogical to feel jealous of his mom for having gotten clarity on their relationship before him, but he couldn’t help it. ”She was not high at the time”, Ilya pointed out, shrugging like it was not a big deal, and Shane wanted to punch his teeth in. Or kiss each one of them individually. Definitely one of the two. // Or, Shane and Ilya finally spoke the same language at the same time.