Conversations were a delicate dance. There lies a mixture between comforting silence and unshared thoughts. Fyodor listened to you without judgement, he offered to be the safe space you needed. You struggled to speak up about how you felt and he understood that.

It didn’t matter how tangled and messy your emotions were, he was always there to listen. Despite the amount of mental battles you faced. He held you in his arms, trying his best to calm you down.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay.”