[ Konstantin looks about as horrified by it all as Vasiliy feared he would be, and it plays out on his face in real time, completely unguarded, unfiltered. ]

Kostya, no.

[ He's quick to lean forward, squeezing the other's near shoulder, searching for eye contact. ]

It's okay. I've dealt with worse. I promise.

[ And it's not a lie. In the grander scheme of things, he's witnessed injuries far, far more gruesome than a seizure and a strange creature exiting an otherwise unharmed, intact body, even if he's never seen something quite so strange. ]

Just getting a drunk person on an ambulance there is piss, vomit, blood... this is nothing. It's alright. I knew to expect it.