Ilya was glad he wasn't up for any popularity contests at the moment. Between Liadov and Irinarhov, he wondered if there were any bright spots on the horizon.
His eyes, also, quickly turned to Andrei, before he looked away again, realising he didn't want to make the associations by eye contact.
In Ilya's studies, a complete cut-off from whatever haunted a man could kill the negative feelings that came from someone's presence. Treat as though a stranger, and they lose their power to invoke emotions.
Besides, it wouldn't do to make things any more difficult for his friend.
Or himself, for that matter.
He took the pen and found a clean page, resisting all temptation to read any of the minute scribble. Whilst waiting for the investigators, he pointedly wrote a neat and wordy title, in almost schoolchild-perfect style.
It was as close as he could possibly get to writing "fuck you" without getting into trouble.
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Date: 2007-06-22 08:15 pm (UTC)Ha.
Ilya was glad he wasn't up for any popularity contests at the moment. Between Liadov and Irinarhov, he wondered if there were any bright spots on the horizon.
His eyes, also, quickly turned to Andrei, before he looked away again, realising he didn't want to make the associations by eye contact.
In Ilya's studies, a complete cut-off from whatever haunted a man could kill the negative feelings that came from someone's presence. Treat as though a stranger, and they lose their power to invoke emotions.
Besides, it wouldn't do to make things any more difficult for his friend.
Or himself, for that matter.
He took the pen and found a clean page, resisting all temptation to read any of the minute scribble. Whilst waiting for the investigators, he pointedly wrote a neat and wordy title, in almost schoolchild-perfect style.
It was as close as he could possibly get to writing "fuck you" without getting into trouble.