Cheslav eased the glass from Aleksandr's mouth. A stray droplet of water tracked down his chin, and Cheslav absently brushed it away with his palm.
Aleksandr spoke a little more normally now, in speech patterns closer to the familiar, but his voice was still rough and frayed, as if he had almost used it all up.
Cheslav noticed that Aleksandr was shaking. He wanted to tell himself it was from the cold.
"I'm not going to say that you owe me an explanation. But I'm not going away, either."
Cheslav set the glass down on a nearby table with a resolute click.
"So talk, or don't talk. I'll still be here. And we're alone in the house together, so if you don't like that, there's not much you can do about it."
Cheslav paused, staring down at him.
After a few seconds he reached out and stroked the back of his hard fist ever so gently down Aleksandr's cheek to his jaw.
His voice dropped, matching the softness of his touch.
"In fact, I have half a mind to strip you and throw you in the shower. What do you think of that?"
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Date: 2010-02-23 09:44 am (UTC)Cheslav eased the glass from Aleksandr's mouth. A stray droplet of water tracked down his chin, and Cheslav absently brushed it away with his palm.
Aleksandr spoke a little more normally now, in speech patterns closer to the familiar, but his voice was still rough and frayed, as if he had almost used it all up.
Cheslav noticed that Aleksandr was shaking. He wanted to tell himself it was from the cold.
"I'm not going to say that you owe me an explanation. But I'm not going away, either."
Cheslav set the glass down on a nearby table with a resolute click.
"So talk, or don't talk. I'll still be here. And we're alone in the house together, so if you don't like that, there's not much you can do about it."
Cheslav paused, staring down at him.
After a few seconds he reached out and stroked the back of his hard fist ever so gently down Aleksandr's cheek to his jaw.
His voice dropped, matching the softness of his touch.
"In fact, I have half a mind to strip you and throw you in the shower. What do you think of that?"