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“I missed you,” Shane muttered. He laid, with Ilya’s arm over him, on Ilya’s shoulder.
Ilya lazily twisted a lock of Shane’s hair in his fingers. “I missed you too,” he said.
Shane exhaled, nuzzling his head a little deeper into the crook of Ilya’s neck.
The silence was comfortable. Shane didn’t feel his mind racing as it usually did; he felt Ilya’s fingers in his hair and heard his heartbeat ever so faintly.
“I wish this was our life,” Shane whispered.
Ilya kissed the top of Shane’s head, smiling wryly. “One day,” he said. “One day it will be.”