Summary:

Shane's fingers hook lightly into the front of Ilya’s jacket again, tugging him even closer. “Next time,” Shane says, voice lower now, warmer, “maybe don’t apologize so fast.” Ilya’s eyes darken slightly. “Crazy,” he murmurs. Shane pauses to think. He probably doesn’t think for long enough, considering what he’s about to say. “Okay so, what if you were an intruder?” Or- Ilya and Shane play a 'game' of chase.