Himal felt himself somewhat arrested by Maksimov's sentiments - breath and thought stopping altogether, a sensation almost entirely unfamiliar to him - and found himself able only to nod in response, almost curtly. Indicating that Ezra should proceed him, Himal began walking in the direction of his own flat; it was not terribly far, not an unpleasant evening for a walk. "I am pleased you feel that way, my friend. I know I am not the easiest to interact with."
Following this admission of his own failings, Himal glanced over at his friend. The lamps were only just beginning to be lit, and their light illuminated Ezra's face, causing it to glow beneath the dark halo of his hair. "Do you ever find yourself longing for Russia?"