That's kind of you! Of course, I stiiiill can't help but wonder whyyyy you might feel the need to hide from me in the first place.

[ How's this for something exhausting? Gogol whips out that whiny pitch just for him. From Gogol's perspective it's more complicated than simply showing up and scurrying in the dark. It's a lot more distressing to know someone was here only to disappear right under your nose without explanation.

At any rate it would be devastating to dwell on the way that simple pat to the side of his head is a comfort. His eyelashes flutter briefly as focus comes back to him... and he uses it to reach out to flick the bottom of the vial still in Fyodor's hand to produce a low toned plonk! sound. ]