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"That's it."
Shane dropped the folded blue shirt on the coffee table.
Ilya raised an eyebrow.
Shane shook his head.
Ilya nodded. He sank onto the couch and pulled Shane into his lap.
"I'm sorry."
"The accident wasn't your fault. We were lucky."
"Yes. Only casualty was your favorite shirt."
"And my boring car."
"Not a significant loss." Ilya kissed his shoulder. "So boring."
Shane huffed, staring at the mountain of shirts.
"We've tried every blue shirt in Canada."
Ilya squeezed him.
"We'll keep looking."
"Even if it takes forever?"
"Exactly." Ilya pinched a nipple. "Until then, you stay shirtless."