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Ivan doesn't know what to say, really. He barely moves his head, glancing at Till through strands of black hair, then back at the corpse. Something about the expression Till wears – eyes wide, brows furrowed, clearly restless but holding back from pressuring him, as if Ivan had ever been someone that should be taken care of – it warms him. No one but Till could make such a silly, earnest face.
He's been trying. Till keeps pestering to express himself more and all that, so at times like these he makes it a point to try. Or maybe it's just a response coaxed out of him by Till's hand on his arm.
"I thought I'd get an opportunity to talk to them before this. It's not like it was necessary, of course, but there's something I hoped to know that only they could've told me," is what he finally murmurs, calm but strained. "Pity that I'll never get to find out, I guess."
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Ivan's guardians are dead. There's not supposed to be any grief, but Till tries to comfort him anyway. A bit of a study on Ivan's relationship with Unsha, choked emotional responses and lessons carried to the still surreal circumstance of being with Till.