It's been almost a week. Ivan has made it through his withdrawal. Though he does have a permanent shake in his right hand. He has just gotten out of the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't even recognize himself anymore. He let out a sigh as he started to get dressed in the clothes that his brother had gotten for him. They haven't spoken about his confession of love. He promised himself he wouldn't be the first one to bring it up. Hell his brother probably thought it was just because of the drugs that he had said that. He walked out of the bathroom into the main part of the hotel room.