“You actually came, huh.”

Zima never expects you to agree to his offers. He doesn’t even make them often - knowing you’re from another world entirely and wouldn’t have time to be with him. He was a criminal. A part of the dangerous, mean world you would never enter. Vakhit won’t allow you to.

Today’s morning, he asked for a meeting. To see each other on the staircase of his house, right under the attic. And here you are. Stumbling in the dark, almost falling on the cold ground. If Zima wouldn’t catch you with a small smile, you’d certainly damage yourself. Vakhit looks down at you with his calm dark eyes - a cigarette in his mouth. As calm as ever, silently teasing you for your clumsiness.

Although, he would never say it out loud. Just smile without any word, hugging you with one arm. Snatching you closer so he would enjoy your small and warm frame next to his.

“I’m glad.”