[ Konstantin doesn't delay, won't let anything keep him from this task, but he does take that minute or two at the sink to adjust himself. Rinsing out the washcloth, he stares down, watching soot slip from the thing, and he's strangely nervous to return to Vasiliy's side.
It's stupid. Whatever that.... emotion, or sensation is, his odd anxiety about it is... silly. He's simply grown very attached to this man, the way he would have to one of his fellow military-men, or another cosmonaut. A comrade. There's no reason why standing beside Vasiliy should make him nervous. He can't remember ever being nervous like this, in his life. Maybe when he was much younger, much more uncertain.
Wringing out the cloth again, he returns to Vasya and gently holds his arm up so he can rinse off the soapy residue there, a smile returning to his face. He'll continue this process with the other one, slow and gentle. ]
The soot's coming off, slowly but surely. I'll be able to properly see you again in no time.
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It's stupid. Whatever that.... emotion, or sensation is, his odd anxiety about it is... silly. He's simply grown very attached to this man, the way he would have to one of his fellow military-men, or another cosmonaut. A comrade. There's no reason why standing beside Vasiliy should make him nervous. He can't remember ever being nervous like this, in his life. Maybe when he was much younger, much more uncertain.
Wringing out the cloth again, he returns to Vasya and gently holds his arm up so he can rinse off the soapy residue there, a smile returning to his face. He'll continue this process with the other one, slow and gentle. ]
The soot's coming off, slowly but surely. I'll be able to properly see you again in no time.