The reaction is freshly jarring, irritation flashing dangerous in those green eyes. It's all so different from his first meeting with this man, both of them all smiles and easy conversation. He remembers stepping aside briefly to bring Louis and Vasiliy both a drink, and returning to find them chatting happily with one another.
Now— well, now, Louis seems like he wants nothing more than to be rid of this conversation as quickly as possible. Konstantin's brave, but he's not stupid (...mostly). This man is something else, something other, he knows that now, even if he doesn't know what. He lifts a hand, hoping to seem placating.
"Look— I'm not trying to find out anything too personal. I just want to know if I'm the only one who has... all of these." He lifts his hand higher as though in gesture, even if it seems other people really can't see the majority of them. But he supposes his question is answered, more or less, as Louis lists off those other colours. Gray, black, red, gold, white. He's not the only one who has them.
"I'm not sure, either." What they mean. But there's something else now, something opened up more to him now that he's opened up the connection with Louis. A word here or there, a thought shared; nothing he can make too much sense of just yet. Konstantin blinks, staring widely at him.
"Ours is black. Right? Sort of black." Grayish, Louis said, and that's about right. And after a beat, Konstantin decides to do something else brave, and maybe stupid, but mostly vulnerable and a little desperate. He's hardly brought up Aleksei to anyone here.
"I have one with my son, too. It leads back home to him... I can just tell that it does. One like this, sort of black. I just— I don't know what that means."
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Now— well, now, Louis seems like he wants nothing more than to be rid of this conversation as quickly as possible. Konstantin's brave, but he's not stupid (...mostly). This man is something else, something other, he knows that now, even if he doesn't know what. He lifts a hand, hoping to seem placating.
"Look— I'm not trying to find out anything too personal. I just want to know if I'm the only one who has... all of these." He lifts his hand higher as though in gesture, even if it seems other people really can't see the majority of them. But he supposes his question is answered, more or less, as Louis lists off those other colours. Gray, black, red, gold, white. He's not the only one who has them.
"I'm not sure, either." What they mean. But there's something else now, something opened up more to him now that he's opened up the connection with Louis. A word here or there, a thought shared; nothing he can make too much sense of just yet. Konstantin blinks, staring widely at him.
"Ours is black. Right? Sort of black." Grayish, Louis said, and that's about right. And after a beat, Konstantin decides to do something else brave, and maybe stupid, but mostly vulnerable and a little desperate. He's hardly brought up Aleksei to anyone here.
"I have one with my son, too. It leads back home to him... I can just tell that it does. One like this, sort of black. I just— I don't know what that means."