[ He smiles, but more empathetically than anything that's truly amused — to see Vasiliy down and out for the count is rare. Or maybe it's more rare that he'd voice such a thing aloud, but Konstantin's glad he does. Glad he lets him help.
He nods again, quick and attentive, and hurries over to the sink, the cabinets, finding a large washcloth that he wets thoroughly before wringing out so it isn't sopping.
When he returns to the other man, he holds it out for him — then pauses, brow furrowing again. He doesn't want to insult Vasiliy's strength, or pride, and it's not the type of thing that even good friends might do (something hitches in his chest, an odd tightness of breath) but... ]
Can I do it for you? I promise I'm not trying to treat you like an infant. [ He chuckles, soft and deep in his throat. ] But to help you save your energy. I know, I know, this old man is fretting too hard. It's probably embarrassing.
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He nods again, quick and attentive, and hurries over to the sink, the cabinets, finding a large washcloth that he wets thoroughly before wringing out so it isn't sopping.
When he returns to the other man, he holds it out for him — then pauses, brow furrowing again. He doesn't want to insult Vasiliy's strength, or pride, and it's not the type of thing that even good friends might do (something hitches in his chest, an odd tightness of breath) but... ]
Can I do it for you? I promise I'm not trying to treat you like an infant. [ He chuckles, soft and deep in his throat. ] But to help you save your energy. I know, I know, this old man is fretting too hard. It's probably embarrassing.