[ Vasiliy immediately rises to his feet when Konstantin does, putting a hand on his upper arm to stabilize him as he presses his hand to the wall—he's a fall risk, and he more or less anticipated the little misstep. ]

It's alright. You make up for it with your company. [ He smiles, subtle but genuine, spreading to his eyes—of course he could reassure him that it's no problem, but he knows that wouldn't have quite the same effect as being reminded that he has something of value to offer, that he's not simply a burden. ]

Let me help you back to bed. You'll be in bad shape if you fall.

[ Help he hopefully won't reject—he's been a good patient, generally cognizant of his own weakness, but men other men tend to insist that they're capable of walking unaided when they're not—both in medical situations he's attended and, years earlier, when out drinking. ]