I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown.

[salylimon]

WHO: Emiliana and Ivan
WHEN: October 8th, Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Ivan's abode
WHAT: Boyfriend moves back to Canada. Spend the last month or so in a glass case of emotion. Get comforted by currently ill ex-boyfriend. What do you mean society finds this set-up odd?

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[das_vedanya]

At the very least, Ivan knew that he had a talent for faking even the most sincere and genuine smiles - perhaps he'd never really smiled a day in his life - but this talent of his also gave him the ability to detect the falsity in another's. And Emiliana looked anything but happy.

"I am feeling better," he replied, proud of his state in that he could properly clothe himself this morning instead of remaining in baggy clothing with a thick quilt wrapped around his shoulders. But that did not mean that he looked entirely presentable. His hair was still unkempt, voice slightly nasally, and having to suppress a cough after those words fled his mouth. "But I am not the one to be worried about here, Emimi." He stepped back to allow her inside, shutting the door and sealing in the almost unbearable warmth of his house. "I am more worried about you."

[salylimon]

"What's a little heartbreak?" Emi replied evasively, moving to step inside before pausing to get a better look at the blonde. Brow furrowing, she took in his still rather rumbled state with a concerned expression, hand carefully placing the bag of food down before coming to rest on the Russian's arm. "But you don't sound all that better, Ivancito."

Biting her lip, she took a half-step back before glancing in the direction of the kitchen. "I can warm you up some tea if you'd like. I brought some soup and dessert if you can stomach it."

[das_vedanya]

Ivan laughed at this. "Emimi, you do not... have to come in here and take care of me. I invited you here for your benefit, not my own." The older man sniffed, "Please allow me to put the kettle on, at least."

He did just that, venturing to the kitchen while readjusting the blanket over his shoulders, lifting the kettle, filling it, and then settling it on the flame of his stove. "I'm sorry to hear about Jared... not as sorry as I am to hear about you, but..."

[salylimon]

Trailing after the blonde into the kitchen, Emi allowed herself the briefest of moments to let the smile instantly drop from her face. Hand settling on the kitchen counter, she hummed absently in response to Ivan's comments, too busy digging her teeth into her bottom lip to keep her voice from wavering to properly respond.

Inhaling shakily, she gave a small laugh of her own, eyes locked on the counter top as she stood apart from him. "I'm just being silly. You know how I get."