It feels a little cruel to explain this all to Gleb, to even be talking to him about how Dmitry's disappearance bothers her. It's a betrayal of sorts, a reminder of how the sweet, light feeling of their relationship fell about after Dmitry's ill-timed declaration. How long the road has been to get back to where they are now. Both men are so different and she made her choice, is comfortable in it. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

But she thinks of Gleb's face in the lift that day. Hurt etched there like she had scorched the earth and all because of her. This is might just bring that pain back, sour some of the goodness once more.

She doesn't want that at all. Won't let it happen. All of her stubbornness will be devoted to keeping that in check.

"You are," she agrees with a nod and relieved sigh. "You are still here."

She says it to reassure herself. That this isn't some dream and when she wakes up she will be utterly alone. "I know. I'm still angry at him and I don't regret telling him the truth even if he refused to listen. I've never been one to hold back my words and I wasn't going to start now." Her shoulders slump slightly as she pauses. "I'm so confused. I hated how he was acting, but it was another connection to Russia that is gone."