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  1. "Someone did this to me." Ilya can only nod, knowing that there's not much else to say. What comfort can he offer, when he can only imagine the turmoil that Shane must feel? "You're safe now," he offers, hoping that it can offer some measure of solace. Shane's eyes flit back to him, wide and swallowed up by a tangle of emotions. "I always was," he says, his voice hushed. "You were there." • • • • • Shane is drugged by heat inducers at the club, and Ilya is there to help him through it.

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  2. “I couldn’t.” The words are spoken in a whisper so quiet that Ilya nearly misses it. Could convince himself they were never spoken at all. “I couldn’t… go,” Shane says, still so quiet. Ilya is looking at him now. Sees a tear slip free and wants nothing more than to wipe it away. He doesn’t dare touch. Doesn’t know what these rules are now. Nothing is the same, and he can’t undo what was done. He tried. He said it right. Took back the mistake. Hollander, he said. A bandaid over a still bleeding wound. An assurance that nothing had to change when everything already did. Hollander. A second time. A plea. Don’t go. Stay. Stay now. Stay forever. ••• Shane doesn't make it out the door.

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