Betty
*Corvus nodded his head slightly, his lips barely being parted. He didn't speak, and instead decided to see how the Russian reacted. He saw the facial expression change on the boy, and he knew that the boy was thinking. Of what, he did not know. He watched as he leaned against the door, and he thought that maybe he had pushed too hard, although, Vizhkir didn't appear to be immediately leaving. Maybe he would stay?*

*The boy seemed delicate now, and under his clothes he didn't have too much muscle on his body. His pale skin seemed whiter under this light, and he seemed gentle and peaceful. He didn't move from his position of being propped up on his elbows, and his eye contact with Vizhkir was steady. He mouthed a word, a silent whisper escaping his lips.* 

"Stay."

*After speaking, his face remained the same and he waited to see if Vizhkir would stay with him. As a new friend, perhaps? Or maybe as something else. Anyway, he wished for the boy to at least stay with him a while longer, and his eyes seemed gentle and pleading in the dim white light of his room.*
Heather
The Russian nodded, having hardly heard the word. He made his way closer the the bed, sitting down next to it. 

"So, what's America like?" 

He asked, trying to make small talk. He was pretty bad at the whole socialization thing, but here he was trying. Business and tactics, well he could talk all day about that. A normal conversation about normal person things? Not so much. He didn't grow up with kids of his age. He didn't have any childhood friends. No, growing up on milltary bases and going where his father was deployed to depraved him of those experiences. Here was where he would be making his first acquaintances with kids of his age. Here was the first place he didn't have to worry about being woke up at 4 am and told to pack his bag because they were being deployed. Here was stable, and albeit a prison of sorts Vizhkir still found it enjoyable
Betty
*Corvus' breath hitched as the boy decided to sit down next to the bed. Progress. He listened to what the boy had said and paused before thinking. An interesting and valid question, although, it wasn't the most usual. He hadn't been the most social, although, he knew how to get by in social situations. His expression appeared almost blank now, as the pain began to fade and turn into pure tiredness. His voice was light, and his lips barely parted as he spoke.*

"America is interesting. Pretty free and open, and for the most part people can do whatever they want with whoever they want. It's pretty nice, in my opinion."

*After a short pause, Corvus asked a question of his own.*

"What's Russia like?"

*Corvus' expression turned curious as he thought about how Vizhkir would answer. Based off his appearance, and stereotypes, he assumed it would be rough living in Russia. He didn't know for sure though, so, he figured he may as well return the favor and ask.*