[Why not just talk to him themselves, that's the weird part. He sighs and shifts to something lazier, crosses his ankles and picks at his sleeve as he thinks. Okay. So Heather's... kind of avoiding him. And Russia isn't at all. So. That might be the explanation, but all he does is sink down a little further and keep back yet another sigh as pretty much all the anger seeps out. Worried, Russia says, and ironically that worries him.]
Yeah?
[Not that he doesn't believe it. He just wants specifics and doesn't want to push for them all at once, doesn't want Russia of all people to get upset with him, too.]
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[Why not just talk to him themselves, that's the weird part. He sighs and shifts to something lazier, crosses his ankles and picks at his sleeve as he thinks. Okay. So Heather's... kind of avoiding him. And Russia isn't at all. So. That might be the explanation, but all he does is sink down a little further and keep back yet another sigh as pretty much all the anger seeps out. Worried, Russia says, and ironically that worries him.]
Yeah?
[Not that he doesn't believe it. He just wants specifics and doesn't want to push for them all at once, doesn't want Russia of all people to get upset with him, too.]