Ever since the café with Anya sitting so close, saying kinder things to him than he deserved, Dmitry's barely been able to look at her without his throat closing on every single emotion he doesn't know how to articulate. It's not like him to run away from things but everything with Anya is so tangled and the more he observes of Gleb, he can't help but think...

Well.

He can't avoid her forever. Anya made that abundantly clear on his first morning in the city. So he rushes himself to Ocean View Apartments and decides to nip this in the bud, to make sure it gets said. Maybe then she'll understand why he keeps his distance.

Except now that she's looking at him, Dmitry doesn't quite know what to say. "Anya...I..." he starts.