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    “There’s no need to help. Everything is fine,” Ilya tries to reassure him and wraps his arms around Shane’s waist, pulling him closer. “Come here. Give me a kiss.”

    Give me a kiss.

    The words echo loudly inside his head.

    It’s not how he used to say it.

    Back when words didn’t come so easily and back when he was too scared to ask for what he wanted, everything was simpler and smaller.

    OR: As Ilya's English gets better, his Russian gets a little rusty. So, he has a crisis about it.

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    28 Jan 2026

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    Iilya forgets russian