[ Konstantin's head tips in a nod, still feeling a thrill of pleasure at the reception — it's feels like it's been a long time since anyone's looked at him like that, all wide and bright like he's something so good — and he shuffles over to set the wood neatly near the fireplace, stacking the logs there. Then he's off to the kitchen area of the modest little cabin, everything contained enough that he can look back at Vasiliy almost anywhere that he's at, glancing over his shoulder as he sets to work pouring two cups of black tea. He does sweeten his own just a little bit with some sugar, and he knows he'll need to wait for it to cool down before he can drink it. Consuming things that aren't the carefully-regulated options afforded by the facility is... another learning process. More than once the thing inside of him has expressed displeasure by a certain consistency or temperature of a food or drink he's had (which usually ends in him vomiting it back up...) Better to try and avoid that whenever he can.
As he pours the drinks and turns to rejoin Vasiliy, handing him one, he realises that he's never quite done something like this before. Taken care of someone else in this specific sort of way — fixing them tea, and he's been trying to keep the cabin clean where he can; it never gets too bad, considering its minimal contents, but these days, he's taken to picking up any lingering thing or washing a dish before Vasiliy will have to even think about it. It's... a way to carry his own weight, even if it pales in comparison to everything the other man has done for him and continues to do for him.
But maybe he can do more. He's had some thoughts about it, things he's held onto; he'll voice them soon. For now— ]
It's coming together really well, Vasya. [ The familiarity comes easily now; he never has to think about using the diminutive. ] Are you heading back out to do more, or is this it for the day?
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As he pours the drinks and turns to rejoin Vasiliy, handing him one, he realises that he's never quite done something like this before. Taken care of someone else in this specific sort of way — fixing them tea, and he's been trying to keep the cabin clean where he can; it never gets too bad, considering its minimal contents, but these days, he's taken to picking up any lingering thing or washing a dish before Vasiliy will have to even think about it. It's... a way to carry his own weight, even if it pales in comparison to everything the other man has done for him and continues to do for him.
But maybe he can do more. He's had some thoughts about it, things he's held onto; he'll voice them soon. For now— ]
It's coming together really well, Vasya. [ The familiarity comes easily now; he never has to think about using the diminutive. ] Are you heading back out to do more, or is this it for the day?
[ Either way, he deserves a little tea break. ]