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The door next to him flung open and two long, muscular legs strode out into the night. Shane stared at the boots that were pointed away from him before they slowly turned around. The door clicked closed and the boots walked around to Shane’s other side and he heard the soft oomph of their owner sitting down beside him. Shane closed his eyes, suddenly too aware of his wet cheeks, but doing so only made the world tilt dangerously, so he opened them again and focused on a spot on the ground in front of his feet. He heard the telltale sound of a lighter clicking and the deep inhale from the man next to him. He smelled the familiar scent of tobacco, that he really did hate, but in this moment he loved it because of who it represented. He found himself inhaling just as deeply, sinking into the familiar aroma that was gently laced with pine and vanilla.
“You smoke now, Hollander? Craving it?” said Rozanov, taking another hit.
Or: Shane is mad at Ilya for his lack of communication when they run into each other at a club. Angst and feelings ensue.