“I said I love you, you stupid angel,” Ilya gasped. “I love you–” “Funny way of showing it, you bastard human–” “I’m sorry.” Another gasp from Ilya, this time from Danya pulling his collar to bite at his throat. “Fuck, my ribs hurt so much, breathing is hard.” Danya scoffed. “That’s what you get for not resting, shithead.”
