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    He left. He just got up and fucking left.

    Ilya sat there, arm extended, burying the crushing, heavy feeling hammering his chest with a mask of indifference.

    He desperately backtracked. Hollander, he had said, but the damage was done.

    He had called Shane- Hollander- by his first name. He heard his own name back. It was thrilling in a way he couldn’t articulate, and he didn’t want to think about why he couldn’t. He didn’t want to think about himself at the store, picking out the right brand of Ginger Ale and placing it carefully in the fridge. He didn’t want to think about the thrill of Hollander in his very own bed. He didn’t even want to think about the meal-prepped tuna melt that conveniently fit Hollander’s bird-food diet. He didn’t want to think about the fact that he knew the parameters of Hollander’s bird-food diet.

     

    Or the immediate aftermath of the Tuna Melt incident from Ilya’s POV, with slight cannon divergence as Ilya copes through Shane Hollander edits on Twitter.

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