Summary:

Scott doesn’t know what to make of Rozanov still. He’d appreciated him showing up at that bar in Vegas, had curiously watchedhim dance with men with all the air of someone who knew what he was doing, had shaken off the weirdness of watching Ilya Rozanov in a gay bar in Vegas pull another man in by the belt loops and ghost a breath over his ear. He thinks Rozanov went home alone that night. He’s not sure. He doesn’t know which answer would surprise him more.

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the one where Scott finds out