[ Konstantin stands there in the threshold of the bedroom's doorframe, hesitating, tense, listening to the other man's words. Somehow, despite the abundance of gore and horror he's known so intimately as of late in his life, hearing the words from Vasiliy manages to startle him, in some odd, off-putting way.
'I bled it outside. There's blood ready for you.'
None of it is without... care; the younger man is thorough, taking care with him as always, warning him to take it slowly, that he'll put it in a glass for him..... but it's the fact itself, hearing a human being speak of bleeding an animal, so easily. Perhaps it comes with the territory of being involved in medical emergencies, being used to seeing bloodshed, becoming desensitised to it, but... the act of killing and bleeding a thing has to be different. ]
I'm sorry you've had to do this, [ Konstantin offers with a soft wince, reaching to grasp the other man's shoulder briefly, as though in some gesture of support. Perhaps Vasiliy is simply internalising things, or.. tackling them with his steady calm; Konstantin feels bad for it either way.
The bathroom sounds like a good plan, and he'll nod before heading that way, trying to stave his nerves. Will this work...? Will the creature accept feeding this way? Will there be enough cortisol in this poor creature's bloodstream to satisfy the alien thing inside of him? He brushes his palms over his track pants, nervous, and waits for Vasiliy to return with the glass of blood.
At a point, he catches a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, and holds eye contact for only a second or two before he has to look away. ]
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'I bled it outside. There's blood ready for you.'
None of it is without... care; the younger man is thorough, taking care with him as always, warning him to take it slowly, that he'll put it in a glass for him..... but it's the fact itself, hearing a human being speak of bleeding an animal, so easily. Perhaps it comes with the territory of being involved in medical emergencies, being used to seeing bloodshed, becoming desensitised to it, but... the act of killing and bleeding a thing has to be different. ]
I'm sorry you've had to do this, [ Konstantin offers with a soft wince, reaching to grasp the other man's shoulder briefly, as though in some gesture of support. Perhaps Vasiliy is simply internalising things, or.. tackling them with his steady calm; Konstantin feels bad for it either way.
The bathroom sounds like a good plan, and he'll nod before heading that way, trying to stave his nerves. Will this work...? Will the creature accept feeding this way? Will there be enough cortisol in this poor creature's bloodstream to satisfy the alien thing inside of him? He brushes his palms over his track pants, nervous, and waits for Vasiliy to return with the glass of blood.
At a point, he catches a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, and holds eye contact for only a second or two before he has to look away. ]