[ Even in his current state of fatigue, the corners of Vasiliy's eyes crinkle at that, his cheeks barely rising behind the silicone seal of the mask. ]
I'll grind soot into the couch. You'll never get the smell out.
[ Kostya helping him wash. That would be... something, and if he didn't feel so horrendously ill right now, the offer would qualify as the stuff of fantasies. But right now, he's just trying to refrain from vomiting in an oxygen mask.
Does the offer still stand when I'm feeling a little better?
The kind of thing he would have said outright, in the late 30s, at least when there was a chance of it being well-received by the intended audience. Now he keeps it to himself—but one way or another, the thought still crosses his mind, even with the worst headache of his life clouding his mind. A testament to how handsome he is. ]
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I'll grind soot into the couch. You'll never get the smell out.
[ Kostya helping him wash. That would be... something, and if he didn't feel so horrendously ill right now, the offer would qualify as the stuff of fantasies. But right now, he's just trying to refrain from vomiting in an oxygen mask.
Does the offer still stand when I'm feeling a little better?
The kind of thing he would have said outright, in the late 30s, at least when there was a chance of it being well-received by the intended audience. Now he keeps it to himself—but one way or another, the thought still crosses his mind, even with the worst headache of his life clouding his mind. A testament to how handsome he is. ]