[Something in Russia's gaze softens at the look in Netherlands' eyes. There's a bit of desperation there, enough that he wants to apologize, and Russia hardly ever apologizes. So with a murmured hey, he leans on in and returns those kisses, might be a bit more relaxed given that Netherlands initiated it.
Russia's tempted to join him on the couch, but it's a bit unspoken that that's Netherlands' space as long as he's here and there's enough tension already. So he settles at the edge of his bed, elbows at knees and takes his time looking over Netherlands as if searching for some new bruise or wound. He might also be avoiding the topic--but aren't they both?]
oh i forgot i typed that, whoops
Russia's tempted to join him on the couch, but it's a bit unspoken that that's Netherlands' space as long as he's here and there's enough tension already. So he settles at the edge of his bed, elbows at knees and takes his time looking over Netherlands as if searching for some new bruise or wound. He might also be avoiding the topic--but aren't they both?]