[Nikolai had been in the middle of tinkering with one of his various projects when Matt messaged him, and as proof that he did in fact hurry here, he hasn't changed out of the grease-smudged corduroys that belong to the fraction of his closet reserved for his workshop. Vanity is a small sacrifice to make when a friend is in dire straits.]
I've come to rescue you, Motya.
[This is the theatrical declaration he makes as he sweeps across the threshold. Once inside, his hands find Matt's waist and his lips find his for a soft, sweet kiss. His voice sheds the playfully courtly affect to ask:]
How are you?
[The urgent character of Matt's messages and the wild edge to his eyes provide a clear enough answer of not well, but Nikolai wants to provide him a chance to air whatever feelings he's sat with all afternoon.]
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I've come to rescue you, Motya.
[This is the theatrical declaration he makes as he sweeps across the threshold. Once inside, his hands find Matt's waist and his lips find his for a soft, sweet kiss. His voice sheds the playfully courtly affect to ask:]
How are you?
[The urgent character of Matt's messages and the wild edge to his eyes provide a clear enough answer of not well, but Nikolai wants to provide him a chance to air whatever feelings he's sat with all afternoon.]