[ Vasen'ka. That's what Yuri called him, and it was such a warm feeling. Now, at best, it's mollifying as the space between his sobs stretches out, as they grow weaker and less frequent, dying down to hard sniffs here and there, ragged audible breathing as he tries to catch his breath.
He's never cried like this. It occurs to him for the first time that until now, for the duration of his life, he's never felt safe enough to. Only with Kostya. Only with Kostya, whom he loves more than anyone.
Slowly, Vasiliy pulls away just enough to sit up, wiping at his eyes with shaking hands. His voice is off when he speaks, skewed by congestion and hoarseness, quiet. ]
I shouldn't have lied to you. It's justβ [ He searches Konstantin's face. ] It's been so long, Kostya. I've been alone for so long.
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He's never cried like this. It occurs to him for the first time that until now, for the duration of his life, he's never felt safe enough to. Only with Kostya. Only with Kostya, whom he loves more than anyone.
Slowly, Vasiliy pulls away just enough to sit up, wiping at his eyes with shaking hands. His voice is off when he speaks, skewed by congestion and hoarseness, quiet. ]
I shouldn't have lied to you. It's justβ [ He searches Konstantin's face. ] It's been so long, Kostya. I've been alone for so long.