[ till. there’s no way that’s anyone else. it’s till. ivan’s expression goes slack momentarily and if when till bends over again to continue emptying the contents of his stomach onto the floor, if some gets onto ivan’s shoes or pants, he isn’t in the right frame of mind to react to it until it’s a little too late.
even then, he doesn’t care. forcing himself to tune back in, eyes now wide and mouth open in a shocked half-“o,” ivan is more concerned about helping till, somehow. at first, he moves go stand beside till and smooths a hand over his back, but then realizes— how helpful is that, actually?
it probably isn’t. but someone might actually be able to do something about it here.
he also seems to be doing badly tbh…….
even then, he doesn’t care. forcing himself to tune back in, eyes now wide and mouth open in a shocked half-“o,” ivan is more concerned about helping till, somehow. at first, he moves go stand beside till and smooths a hand over his back, but then realizes— how helpful is that, actually?
it probably isn’t. but someone might actually be able to do something about it here.
he goes to back off and away from till. ]
…I’ll get someone—