[ There's no two ways around it: he's chuffed in any instance where Fyodor seems to have picked up, well, one of his mannerisms. It's the "Ding, ding!" which set gives Gogol an absolute thrill this time. Despite the tense atmosphere he takes a moment to cup his own warming cheek in his free hand and gives a little giggle. For good measure one of his feet lifts up momentarily.

Which means it's a good thing his balance is okay. Because Fyodor is actually trying to kill him indirectly with his next stunt clearly. The kiss to the palm makes his breath falter. But of course Fedya leaves it there to agonize him further and so he shifts his bandage clumsy fingers to gently press into the man's jawline. With actions like this it's hard not to wonder if Fyodor knows about their ill-fated entanglement last time he was here despite not remembering it. ]

Oh yes, funny story that. A one of a kind experience I wouldn't recommend!

[ Gogol's fingers shift to coax one side of Fyodor's mouth into a smile. The pads of his fingers pressing against his lips. ]

Even so, it looks like for the time being you won't have to find someone else to clean up all the messes.