A grunt for confirmation, but that's as far as sleeping in the gardens goes. At least what he'll say; it's nice in some ways, because he spends more time there than anywhere else on the ship, but there's a question and he's content enough to let conversation slip in and out and go where it will. He doesn't think anything he says will drive the feeling away - will drive Russia away - not when they're like this. So he answers without any hesitation, a low, sleepy murmur.

"Used to talk to... used to fall asleep with it on."

The mask, of course, and sure he knows that Russia's more than dabbled with his own after that conversation over the sinks, but that's not really what's on his mind. He's telling a story before bed, and they're both used to the darker versions of those. It's easier to talk about it like that, anyway, keeps them both distant from it even if the story might be about themselves in more ways than one.