[ There's some sharp flare of awareness — recognition of the voice that finds him — and some part of that feels almost natural by now (how many times has the very diligent Benton Fraser found him, helped him?) In any case, there's no ounce of resistance when he feels that pull against his coat; he's turning to run with the other man, as quickly as he's able in such poor visibility.
Keeping one arm pressed against his mouth and nose, the other's reaching to grasp quickly for the door, pulling it wide for the pair of them (and Fraser's equally-diligent canine companion), hand clasping against Fraser's back to urge him in first before he'll follow. The door's slammed shut, and he finds himself locking it without thinking — as though that fog could follow them in, coax open the door, somehow.
It's only then that Konstantin lets himself properly breathe, leaning against the wall as he pants, before he's turning his head towards the younger man. ]
Are you all right? Did you breathe any in? [ A wince as he gingerly lifts a hand to the burn at his cheek; thankfully, the contact was only seconds, and the wound isn't too severe, but any longer.... ]
That stuff is dangerous. Some kind of poison gas, maybe.
honestly THE biggest mood
Keeping one arm pressed against his mouth and nose, the other's reaching to grasp quickly for the door, pulling it wide for the pair of them (and Fraser's equally-diligent canine companion), hand clasping against Fraser's back to urge him in first before he'll follow. The door's slammed shut, and he finds himself locking it without thinking — as though that fog could follow them in, coax open the door, somehow.
It's only then that Konstantin lets himself properly breathe, leaning against the wall as he pants, before he's turning his head towards the younger man. ]
Are you all right? Did you breathe any in? [ A wince as he gingerly lifts a hand to the burn at his cheek; thankfully, the contact was only seconds, and the wound isn't too severe, but any longer.... ]
That stuff is dangerous. Some kind of poison gas, maybe.