Kevice took the apology well. Initially, Vasyli wasn't so certain but then he was grinning that toothy grin of his with promises of<i>later</i>. The elf snorted, unsure if this had been a good idea after all. They most certainly weren't good influences on one another but after the day Vasyli had he really wasn't so sure he cared if they found trouble. The unusual elf stalked off with a purpose after a jab to the arm, brows raised. No telling what he'd just encouraged..<br/><br/>Vasyli had almost forgotten as the night progressed and Kevice hadn't shown his face. He'd gotten distracted most likely and Vasyli didn't mind actually getting some sleep. He'd found something to eat and dressed down for the night, curled up in his comfortable bed with a book. An easy night compared to the last. The book was a work of pre-war literature, taking him back to the era of his parent's teenage years, before everything had taken a bitter note. He was just getting ready to snuff out the candles when he heard the tap against the stretched canvas of his tent entrance. Kevice slid in a few moments later and Vasyli set the book aside.<br/><br/>“When do you sleep I have to wonder,” Vasyli asked, unsure what he was trying to keep hidden, but he didn't have to guess for long. Kevice presented it as an offering and Vasyli smiled despite his usual nature.<br/><br/>“I'm not going to kick you out. You've brought wine,” Vasyli told him, finding the gesture rather endearing. It was a perfect wine to enjoy between two people casually, inexpensive enough that it wouldn't be so disappointing once the bottle was empty, but Vasyli knew Kevice had to go out and procure the bottle. Not without some risk and it was still a nice gesture all around, made better by Vasyli's love for wine. It probably wouldn't make him seem so pitiful now that he wasn't lazing around, drinking alone.<br/><br/>“And what is a proper sleepover in your eyes, Kevice? No panic attacks and a properly constructed pillow fort?” Vasyli was teasing lightly while getting out of bed to retrieve glasses. He wiped down the rims with a handkerchief, taking the offered bottle to open with a corkscrew expert precision. No protective eye ware needed.<br/><br/>“This should suit nicely tonight, I think. No problems on your way back in, I'm assuming?” If he'd been seen by anyone that mattered Vasyli figured someone would be at his door by then. Mathis might catch on eventually, but they were probably safe for a time. The man was already a little exasperated with him. This likely wouldn't earn him any favor, yet it would take the edge off the day. Ending it on a more positive note. He set the bottle down on his dresser and handed Kevice a glass.<br/><br/>“Who do you usually room with?” Vasyli asked curiously, wondering if they would take notice of his absence for two days in a row.