[There's a stretch of silence while Chekov tries to come up with questions that he actually wants the answers to. There aren't many, and yet he wants to know everything. Honesty is important to him, even when it is unpleasant.
Thinking turns into fidgeting which turns into the boy downing the provided vodka because it's there and he doesn't like doing nothing. Isaak doesn't seem to mind it. He could likely wait for hours while Chekov fidgeted in silence in an attempt to find words. But neither of them want that.
May as well go for the ones that don't involve body counts first.]
Why do you never tell me anything about you? Is everything so horrible?
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Thinking turns into fidgeting which turns into the boy downing the provided vodka because it's there and he doesn't like doing nothing. Isaak doesn't seem to mind it. He could likely wait for hours while Chekov fidgeted in silence in an attempt to find words. But neither of them want that.
May as well go for the ones that don't involve body counts first.]
Why do you never tell me anything about you? Is everything so horrible?