Alexei can't help but notice Reinhardt's absence. In a way, he is grateful for it. It gives him a few extra minutes to compose himself while he finishes making coffee. He doesn't fix any for himself just yet. He mostly wants to take care of his night after neglecting him so. It takes him a bit longer than usual since he's doing things one handed. The skin on the knuckles of his left hand has started to swell. It will no doubt crack soon and the last thing he wants is to have a bit of slime or dead skin fall into anything.
Stukov manages, though...and in a few minutes he has joined Reinhardt in the living room, setting down a massive mug of black coffee for the Crusader. He sat in his own chair, taking care to do his best not to actually touch the fabric with anything that is leaking.
Oh, a bath sounds heavenly. Warm and moist and cleansing. It will definitely help him schlough off some of that dead skin to make way for carapace.
Moy Bog , what a mess this was.
Alexei reached out his right hand tentatively, like when they had returned to this little cottage from the bier hall when they had first confessed their feelings.
Pozhaluista.....Please...
"I...I would like that...very much...and for you to stay...as long as you like. I just..."
He tries to turn his head then...but he actually has to pull it off his shoulder and it makes an audible tearing sound that makes Alexei's heart leap to his throat. It doesn't really hurt...it mostly just stings...but it must look pathetic, bits of flesh hanging loose and a few large dollops of slime dripping down his cheek. The trembling is back, then, but Alexei does not pull away. He forces himself to stay where he is, taking several deep breathes and releasing them slowly, trying to stay calm as he can feel the carapace on his cheek coming loose already.
Chert!, he curses under his breath.
Alexei can't finish his sentence. Instead he brings his left hand, skin swollen and taut, up to try to cover up the massive leak on the side of his face. He can't bring himself to pull away his right hand from where it had been offered...he needed that reassurance.
"Please....please don't go."
He was wrong to try to keep Reinhardt away. It makes his heart sick to think about it now. Being alone is the last thing Alexei needs right now.
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Stukov manages, though...and in a few minutes he has joined Reinhardt in the living room, setting down a massive mug of black coffee for the Crusader. He sat in his own chair, taking care to do his best not to actually touch the fabric with anything that is leaking.
Oh, a bath sounds heavenly. Warm and moist and cleansing. It will definitely help him schlough off some of that dead skin to make way for carapace.
Moy Bog , what a mess this was.
Alexei reached out his right hand tentatively, like when they had returned to this little cottage from the bier hall when they had first confessed their feelings.
Pozhaluista.....Please...
"I...I would like that...very much...and for you to stay...as long as you like. I just..."
He tries to turn his head then...but he actually has to pull it off his shoulder and it makes an audible tearing sound that makes Alexei's heart leap to his throat. It doesn't really hurt...it mostly just stings...but it must look pathetic, bits of flesh hanging loose and a few large dollops of slime dripping down his cheek. The trembling is back, then, but Alexei does not pull away. He forces himself to stay where he is, taking several deep breathes and releasing them slowly, trying to stay calm as he can feel the carapace on his cheek coming loose already.
Chert!, he curses under his breath.
Alexei can't finish his sentence. Instead he brings his left hand, skin swollen and taut, up to try to cover up the massive leak on the side of his face. He can't bring himself to pull away his right hand from where it had been offered...he needed that reassurance.
"Please....please don't go."
He was wrong to try to keep Reinhardt away. It makes his heart sick to think about it now. Being alone is the last thing Alexei needs right now.