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Kostya hadn't seen Otto in at least two weeks, and hadn't really paid attention while he'd gotten himself entwined between two ladies until it was too late. It was impossible to miss, now, after back-reading a good portion of twitter.

He'd bribed a tech into shopping for some fresh things, and three or four bags balanced precariously in his arms as he waited at the door, patient.

Kostya stepped into the room, as if nothing had changed. He pressed a bento box, of sorts, into his hands, insistent. Inside it would be a taco salad, white a slice of cake for dessert.

"Mission is over now," he explained, inspecting the room and noting the additions of Cami's bed, her things and the worn-in feel of another person's occupancy, and began to put things away, startled to find ingredients where there would have normally been cobwebs.

"Oh," he said, turning to Otto with a head tilt, "she is cooking also? Am not making trouble for you am I?"

"More, yes," he said, nodding resolutely. "I think it vill be common, for long mission to happen sometime. I prefer, more than short one. Give time to sink teeth into verk. But, is good to be back."

There were a lot of pressing questions, too, that circulated in his mind, and Otto was newly equipped (or, perhaps, re-equipped) to handle them.

"That is good, not vant to interrupt. Lunch is best for now anyvay. Should coordinate shopping vith her." He jabbed a thumb at the fridge, and whispered, almost conspiratorial: "I think you have thirty-six egg now."

Finished, he turned around, taking a seat next to Otto-- but one stool away, for space-- and relaxed. "Am glad to do it. You are not very responsible, how much sugar you eat vhile gone? Candy bar are not lunch time food, you know."

Right back into the nagging Babushkastya mode.

"Yes yes, can do that for this veekend. Take a bit of time to make many, but most important--" Kostya clutched his heart in mock horror, giving Otto the stinkeye. "Does your Cami know this?" he asked, squinting. "Or your Maebe?"

"No, the egg do not matter. Your candy lunch!" He smacked Otto in the back of the head, albeit lightly.

"Vhat kind of girlfriend are they, anyvay?" Kostya grew more somber, the teasing fading away into genuine curiosity. "So many people have, and so much exist around it. I find I am...curious."

Kostya squinted, looking more like a dog attempting to comprehend a complex situation rather than someone sceptical over whether Otto was telling the truth.

"Okay. So, Cami is Not-Girlfriend, and Maebe is Not-Girlfriend, but you are having the sex vith Maebe?"

It was confused, and cautious, like he was sure he might be wrong.

"Okay!" That at least put Maebe into one category. To Kostya, dating someone and having sex with them were entirely separate ideas, primarily due to the values that America had instilled into him.

A pause.

"Why are you not having the sex with Cami?"

"I see. So, you are like, America and me. Thank you for answering. I have only vun more question...Do Maebe and Cami have...?"