[ Vasiliy has, over his time in EMS, and his time in the NKVD before that, seen what probably amounts to thousands of people in a state of fear: and that's what this is, unquestionably. Konstantin has been to space, somewhere Vasiliy would never go because of fearβbut this is something very different from the cold nothingness of the void outside of a spacecraft. This is inside of him, threatening a painful death, not the more instant end most of the accidents that could happen up there would create.
He takes over the glass for a moment, setting it to the side an arm's length away, then rests both hands on his shoulders, squeezing. He's comforting a patient, at the core of this interaction. It's something he's been through countless times before, familiar (but no less genuine) song and dance he sinks into easily. ]
It won't kill its host. Without you, it dies. You'll be alright, Konstantin. Just take it slow, okay?
oh you know!!
He takes over the glass for a moment, setting it to the side an arm's length away, then rests both hands on his shoulders, squeezing. He's comforting a patient, at the core of this interaction. It's something he's been through countless times before, familiar (but no less genuine) song and dance he sinks into easily. ]
It won't kill its host. Without you, it dies. You'll be alright, Konstantin. Just take it slow, okay?