Dankovsky knows for a fact that there is a limit to Andrey's patience.
He also knows, so, so well, that the man would snap the second he lost his brother. A note wouldn't make a difference. He'd lash out at anyone he believes responsible for it, he's sure of it. But...
Well, if that's what Pyotr believes, who is he to argue? It's not like Dankovsky gains anything by insisting.
"If you say so," he says, sounding rather unconvinced, but not pushing the issue. "I hope, for his sake, that you're right."
Dankovsky relaxes in his chair at the mention of the children. He still wonders about the rest of them, but if some are fine, why wouldn't the others be as well? At least, God, thank God, there is a world where Dankovsky didn't fail them.
"Good."
He takes a drink, closes his eyes for a moment. The feeling of familiarity he gets from drinking with his old friend grounds Dankovsky a little.
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He also knows, so, so well, that the man would snap the second he lost his brother. A note wouldn't make a difference. He'd lash out at anyone he believes responsible for it, he's sure of it. But...
Well, if that's what Pyotr believes, who is he to argue? It's not like Dankovsky gains anything by insisting.
"If you say so," he says, sounding rather unconvinced, but not pushing the issue. "I hope, for his sake, that you're right."
Dankovsky relaxes in his chair at the mention of the children. He still wonders about the rest of them, but if some are fine, why wouldn't the others be as well? At least, God, thank God, there is a world where Dankovsky didn't fail them.
"Good."
He takes a drink, closes his eyes for a moment. The feeling of familiarity he gets from drinking with his old friend grounds Dankovsky a little.
"...it's good to have you here, Pyotr."