He thought for a while, about what Liadov was asking him, trying to decide what he meant. The question was important. The answer, moreso. Liadov watched him intently.
Finally, Taras shook his head.
"I don't...know if he does. But he gets by."
He hesitated, considering.
"Do you know Merkurii Barshai?"
"The dancer," he added. "I guess he's famous. He's a - "
No, not a comrade, Taras thought.
"...friend of Lasha's. He knows you. Anyway, he got in some trouble and got hurt. Lasha's letting him stay at his flat while he's getting better. Making sure he's okei."
And fucking Barshai in his bed every night. And kissing him. But Taras didn't mention that.
He glanced to the side, brow heavy and furrowed.
"I think Lasha hasn't forgotten his humanity. I think he never will."
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He thought for a while, about what Liadov was asking him, trying to decide what he meant. The question was important. The answer, moreso. Liadov watched him intently.
Finally, Taras shook his head.
"I don't...know if he does. But he gets by."
He hesitated, considering.
"Do you know Merkurii Barshai?"
"The dancer," he added. "I guess he's famous. He's a - "
No, not a comrade, Taras thought.
"...friend of Lasha's. He knows you. Anyway, he got in some trouble and got hurt. Lasha's letting him stay at his flat while he's getting better. Making sure he's okei."
And fucking Barshai in his bed every night. And kissing him. But Taras didn't mention that.
He glanced to the side, brow heavy and furrowed.
"I think Lasha hasn't forgotten his humanity. I think he never will."