But there’s nowhere to hide from these bones, from my mind

[chesspolitik]

Anatoly sat at a table in the Hub, staring off into space. He'd come here with the purpose of making more headway into his book, but his concentration was so scattered, he could hardly focus on the page in front of him, let alone summon the mental energy to translate the English into Russian.

The problem was that he had a situation that he did not want to acknowledge or face, and the more he fought against it, the more it refused to go away. This thing with Lex, whatever it was, could be nothing more than friendship. There was all there was to it, and if it his brain would cooperate, all would be well.

If only it were so simple. Anatoly sighed and closed his book. No reading was going to happen today, clearly.

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Melchior comes in to stamp the snow off his boots, quite possibly one of his favorite things about snow in winter. It's a tingly feeling, a little painful, but mostly it's a good wintery feeling, watching the snow come off in clumps. He pulls his hat off his head and shakes his curls out, glancing around for a spot to sit, when he sees Anatoly looking a little lonely. He folds his hat up in his hand and walks over, cheeks still red, and gives him a smile. "Hello. Mind if I join you?"