Oh, of all the nights to meet new people. Artemy looks a mess, and he can't even be bothered to fake a smile, despite the societal urge to do so. He just gives a small nod instead. He feels like a simple boy again. How grief does humble you.

"That would be nice, yes, please." He whispers quietly. Anything to make this overwhelming feeling go away, even just for a moment of respite.