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Pasi had only grunted at Yuuri's small talk; he had done his best to engage in it, but that was the most he could manage - it was like being scalded alive. Small talk was horrible, he couldn't get past it no matter how hard he tried.

"Give me your e-mail address, I will send you instructions." He was entirely serious about this, which made sense as burns were quite a serious injury, regardless of how silly the circumstances might have been during which they were acquired. "Don't worry about it right now. It would be too hard with your hands like that. You can return it when your hands have healed." Pasi wasn't worried about his shirt, he had plenty and one being off on a vacation with a mousy little klutz wasn't going to hurt him any.

Pasi lifted a brow, then looked down at the white gauze pad across his chest, felt the pull of the burnt flesh under the pad hidden by sweatpants. "For me, it's nothing so bad. I've had much worse from soldering. I am used to this. You I think are not. So I will give you instructions and a list of things you will need." He pushed off the couch and picked up a notepad and pen - for someone that loved technology, he had something so basic. "Tell me, Yuuri." And then he waited for the contact information forthcoming, writing each article down like he was getting contact information for some well paying job or critical project.

Now he wouldn't have to worry that Yuuri would screw up and lose his hands to infection simply because he'd been too stupid to follow simple instructions. "I will send the information soon. Be sure you follow exactly."

There was definitely a habit of filling all spaces with sound and words, as thought silence were something to fear, like the empty space might swallow a body up. It was a very American thing, as far as Pasi was concerned. Yuuri wasn't American, clearly, so between them the quiet spaces passed easily. It was actually kind of...nice...to be able to allow things to lapse without another person's anxieties filling the space with discomfort and pressure.

Yuuri rose and Pasi did the same because that was only polite in any culture. The bow was quite Japanese and the Finn inclined his own head in return, not a bow like the little mouse had done, but a gesture of respect and acknowledgement just the same. "Not at all.

"I'll see you out, then." With 'good-byes' already said, Pasi could simply escort Yuuri back up the short stairs and through the hall to the door without comment. Instead of having worry about doing the whole ******** thing again at the goddamn door, stand there waving like a ******** moron - or worse, be considered rude for shutting his ******** door once the other party was walking away. Well, worse because invariably the person considering him rude was a friend of his mother's, so he had to get an earful there - peers and folks he met for jobs didn't matter, but still.

With Yuuri out of his apartment, Pasi got a beer and then went to his laptop to type up the instructions he'd promised before he forgot.