[ Through his own discomfort and uncertainty and alarm, something else bubbles up, and he looks back up to the younger man, watching him look away. In silence, Konstantin stares at him for a long moment, and then exhales quietly. No matter what he is.... feeling, what impossible information he is perhaps privy to (and what does it really mean? He can't be sure of anything); he must remember himself. He still does, through the horror of everything.
The small smile he offers is well-trained, but no less genuine. He does mean it, when it comes. It's just that he has to make it happen. He pretends that everything is the way it should be, for a moment or two, long enough that the warmth is able to spread to his eyes. He still shudders on occasion, in small ripples that he thinks he's able to conceal. ]
That was valiant of you. Thank you.
[ To stay even after his shift was complete, to go above and beyond his duty... it's admirable, of course it is, and Konstantin lets the praise come out that way. ]
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The small smile he offers is well-trained, but no less genuine. He does mean it, when it comes. It's just that he has to make it happen. He pretends that everything is the way it should be, for a moment or two, long enough that the warmth is able to spread to his eyes. He still shudders on occasion, in small ripples that he thinks he's able to conceal. ]
That was valiant of you. Thank you.
[ To stay even after his shift was complete, to go above and beyond his duty... it's admirable, of course it is, and Konstantin lets the praise come out that way. ]
What is your name?