They're not gonna get us [open!]

[Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich]

Мы убежим,
Все будет просто.
Ночь упадет,
Небо уронит.
И пустота на перекрестках.
И пустота нас не догонит.

We'll escape,
And everything will be easy.
Night will drop down,
The sky will drop down.
The crossroads are empty.
And emptiness... Won't Catch us.

Dimitri half-aimlessly browsed the shelves of the junk shop. Things had changed immensely since the last time we caught up with him, a brief recap?
He had transferred his patient to a colleague of his, not able to deal with Mr. Prince any longer. He had thought he'd been getting through to the man, had even taken him into his home to keep an eye on him while going through rehab, but the truth had come out and, apparently, Julius Prince had.. fancied him. Dimitri had never had to deal with something like that before, really, but he had understood at once that he could no longer be responsible for the man who he had, against everything he knew, grown attached to. Better to cut off all contact immediately, he figured, there was little else to be done.
Julius was being presented with girls to marry by his brother constantly and Dimitri had been waiting to adopt a baby girl. It would not have worked out at all, would it? Besides.. he'd had been taking care of his child (it felt so strange to say it.. his child) for a couple of months now and he had successfully convinced himself that this was all he needed. Rosemary was an absolutely lovely girl and lightened his life up like none other had done before.

Still, something gnawed at him. Dimitri had the distinct feeling that there had to be more he could do in this war. Sure, he dealt with the traumatised survivors and all that, but that was rather patching up after the fights, wasn't it? Dim had always believed in 'better safe than sorry', but could he do anything to prevent this mess?
Pushing the thoughts back for a moment, he picked up a rag doll, contemplating whether to take it along for Rose or not. He wanted the world to be safe for his girl, didn't he? He did.. Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich glanced around shortly and paid for the doll, looking pensive as he exited the shop.

[ethan]

Ethan made his way aimlessly though Diagon Alley. The sky was a threatening grey, but he found himself not caring. He glanced at the sky almost as if daring it to pour. He looked away after a few moments and stared at his feet. His hands were in his pockets, and his shoulders were slouched. His tie was loose, and he was actually wearing his glasses for once. He didn't want to go home. He knew where to find him there. Ethan just wanted to escape, even just for a little bit. It was pointless to try to hide... he knew that he would find him no matter where he tried to go. One time he had tried to skive off work, but the Dark Lord still managed to find him. It drove him insane. He could feel his hands ceaselessly shaking in his pockets. The shakes wouldn't stop anymore. They wouldn't... he had the shakes before his father betrayed him to the Dark Lord, but before then, they weren't permanent. He couldn't do anything anymore. His usual neat and small handwriting had turned into chicken scratch, and he dropped almost everything he held.

People passed by him without even looking at him. He blended in, despite his height. He didn't exactly look normal, but he didn't look strange enough to stand out. He managed to not run into people by using his peripheral vision. Other than trying to remain upright, his thoughts ran wild. He wondered about his sister, and how she was doing in Hogwarts. She hadn't sent him a letter in months, despite the fact that he wrote to her every day. She was the only thing keeping him sane nowadays. Every now and then he couldn't help but wonder if he was merely living a nightmare instead of real life. The thought comforted him, but disturbed him at the same time. If this was a nightmare, why didn't he wake up? Why did the blood on his hands feel so real?

Ethan looked up momentarily to see where he was, and someone grabbed his attention. A man was clutching a doll, and looked like he was lost in his thoughts, just as Ethan had been only moments before.

"Are you al-alright?" Ethan asked with a slight stutter. He hadn't even meant to talk to the man in the first place. He looked at the man straight in the eye for only a brief moment before looking away immediately. He raised a hand before the man could reply and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, i-it's not my place - s-save your words."

Ethan shook his head and made to walk around him. He was so used to being verbally abused every time he spoke to someone that when he did try to make the effort to speak to someone, he grew flustered and put up a wall. His wall was extremely weak. He could take the torment only for a few moments before it attacked his mind and made him feel extremely small. He got it from everyone - the Dark Lord, his father, and in a way, his sister. She didn't attack him, but frequently told him off for what he was doing in his life, and although her words were meant to be kind, they were the ones that hurt the most. Besides, he felt stupid anyways for initiating conversation with someone he didn't know anyways. He knew he could get in trouble. He was supposed to keep a low profile - not speak to just a random person in the streets for looking like they were confused.

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[Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich]

Dimitri had a habit of getting lost in his thoughts, and he knew he did, but he usually managed to avoid it when he wasn't at home. He just had a lot of things to think about - dilemma's, patients, paperwork, and Rosemary were only a few things that occupied his thoughts at the moment and Dimitri didn't snap out of it until he heard a voice
"Are you al-alright?" Dim looked up and half spun around. He smiled a little sheepishly. In front of him stood a young man who looked as though he'd only just left school - he also looked as though he could succumb to a nervous breakdown, though, stammering. He was about to say 'Oh, I'm sorry, yes - yes, I am,' but the young man in front of him raised his hand and was quicker than he was. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, i-it's not my place - s-save your words." Dim smiled gently. "Oh, no, don't worry about it," he said, carefully resting his hand on the man's shoulder (easy to break away from if Ethan wanted to, though) to stop him from walking off. "There's not many people asking strangers if they're alright these days, which is a pity, really."

To be honest, he wasn't quite sure how to react to this. Part of him wanted to ask the twenty-something in front of him if he was alright, but felt that would actually be out of place, so in stead, he half shrugged and smiled at the stranger again.
"I'm Dimitri and I was, actually, just about to get a cup of tea somewhere - care to join me?"

[ethan]

When the man smiled, Ethan was thoroughly surprised. Most people he talked to who he didn't know (and those he admittedly knew) were quite rude. Although, to be honest, Ethan wasn't sure that the man was just smirking at him and was about to say something quite mean; although he doubted that was going to happen. Ethan could usually read people better than that.

The man's words were kind, although he grabbed Ethan's shoulder, which Ethan did not like whatsoever. He automatically jerked away awkwardly. He didn't like to be touched. It was just an odd quirk of his, and he especially didn't like people he didn't know to touch him. Ethan turned around all the same, however, and acted as if nothing were wrong.

"Y-yes, you're definitely right th-there," Ethan agreed about the man's comment on people not asking others if they were okay. He frequently daydreamed about a day where someone would realize randomly that he was not okay and then save him. Unfortunately, the day had yet to come. Besides, no one could really 'save' him. They could merely take him away and hide him for a while. In the end, Ethan knew his fate. He knew his only happiness that could happen to him would be temporary.

The man introduced himself as Dimitri and invited Ethan for tea. Ethan smiled lightly and replied, "I'm Ethan, and sure, I-I'd love to."

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[Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich]

Because of his work, Dimitri was used to reading people and he couldn't really help it if he continued to do so even when he was not at work at all. The young man in front of him, Ethan, seemed a little nervous. Well, not a little, actually, but the nervousness was pushed aside slightly when Ethan's expression moved to surprise and then discomfort when he broke away from the councellor's touch. Dimitri was fine with that, he wasn't a very touchy-feely person as well, actually.
The other man's stutter was interesting, and Dimitri wondered if he'd had the impediment ever since he was a child or if it was more of a recent thing. A lot of people were worried and nervous these days, with the war going on and everything, but Dimitri wondered what would've had to happen to someone to get him to stutter so severly.

"Y-yes, you're definitely right th-there." Dimitri smiled a little absentmindedly, wondering if Ethan agreed with him because he actually agreed, or because he was too nervous to disagree.
Dimitri didn't extend his hand on purpose when introducing himself; Ethan hadn't been fond of touching before and the other man intrigued him, so he wasn't going to make him feel uncomfortable. Rather, Dimitri was planning on trying to win his trust. Not that this was a game to him or that he was obsessed with his job, he simply had the urge to help people, and Ethan seemed like the kind of person who could do with some help.
"I'm Ethan, and sure, I-I'd love to." Dimitri smiled warmly. "Splendid - I know this lovely cozy cafe where I always have a drink after shopping. Come on." He started walking towards it, not too fast, as he didn't exactly wanted to lose Ethan, and meanwhile tried to put the doll he'd just bought into the already rather full bag he had with him. Hmm.