Despite the hitch of worry and ache, Konstantin can't help a certain softening to his own expression, something warmed. He's all-too happy to speak so favourably of his housemate; he holds Vasiliy in such high regards.
"So far I haven't seen anything." It's only halfway a joke, playful, because the other half is true. Vasiliy is... strong, reliable, resilient. In ways that have been almost surprising to witness for himself, at times. Who else would be all right with a man like him living in their home, occupying their bed? He's a monster.
Vasiliy's never treated him that way.
"He saved my life, really. He's... a good man. A great man."
The praise comes easily, but then his features are sobering again as he listens, as that worry and ache come creeping back in. (What if he never sees him again?)
"The Milton house? So you saw it too...." He frowns, adjusting the basket on his arm. "Do you buy the whole... 'all of this is happening because of some supernatural creature' theory?"
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"So far I haven't seen anything." It's only halfway a joke, playful, because the other half is true. Vasiliy is... strong, reliable, resilient. In ways that have been almost surprising to witness for himself, at times. Who else would be all right with a man like him living in their home, occupying their bed? He's a monster.
Vasiliy's never treated him that way.
"He saved my life, really. He's... a good man. A great man."
The praise comes easily, but then his features are sobering again as he listens, as that worry and ache come creeping back in. (What if he never sees him again?)
"The Milton house? So you saw it too...." He frowns, adjusting the basket on his arm. "Do you buy the whole... 'all of this is happening because of some supernatural creature' theory?"