Summary:

Shane was on the mend. Really. Ilya had pulled him out of that icy river before there was any lasting damage. It didn't matter that he couldn't just fucking forget what had happened. Ilya wasn't okay, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that. Telling people would mean dealing with it. And he had Shane now, which was enough. Or: Shane and Ilya deal with the fall out of being kidnapped and traumatized by the Montreal mafia.