There's something of a relieved little noise and Russia is instantly pressing as close as he can, nosing at the line of scars at Netherlands' jaw as he wraps his arms around him and shifts to get comfortable. This close he can feel the steady beat of his heart, relaxes in that little pitter-patter of a tune.

"'s why you sleep in the gardens." It's not a question, because he understands, but Russia likes confirmation anyway. His hand settles across shoulder blade, offers up some of his skant warmth in a silent way of saying 'I'm here', as if Netherlands didn't know. There's not much he can say to that, not much that wouldn't push it, so in the end maybe he's just a bit blunt too and that's all Netherlands' influence right there.

"How long's it been like that?"