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He eyed Kostya skeptically for a couple of tense seconds, apparently waiting for him to yell "psych!" and have a go at him. When this was not forthcoming, Fiona disappeared and he flexed his fingers uneasily before reaching out to offer his opponent a hand up. He did this grudgingly, which went a long way to effacing any good sportsmanship it might otherwise have indicated.

"You too," he said flatly.

This was the third time he'd ended up helping someone else up. It still felt profoundly wrong to not be the one on the ground.

"You said Konstantin, right?"

He hesitated, and he thought about the name Obadiah and how rarely he ended up going by it for more than a few conversations before the old nickname won out.

"Yeah," he said finally. Awkwardly, he pushed his hands into his pockets, and he averted his eyes while he tried to catch his breath without looking like he was catching his breath. "Thanks for--thanks," he said, without inflection, as he turned to go.