Gleb takes a breath, tries to keep his expression schooled, to act as if it doesn't hurt just to hear him talking like this. He knows, of course, that she must be right, and of course he doesn't want her to have lost a friend. It's just hard to imagine, with the way all the pieces have fallen, what good that connection might still be. As far as he knows, Dmitry made very clear where he stood with Anya, that he wasn't interested in a relationship with her that wasn't romantic and wouldn't stop persisting to try to get one. It's hard to imagine salvaging much of anything after that.

He should be glad, probably, that Dmitry is gone for that very reason. Chances are, the other man would never have let them be. The way Anya seems to feel about it, it's hard not to wonder if that persistence might well have succeeded at some point, though he knows that isn't wholly fair and would never say as much out loud. After everything, though, it's hard to hold such bitter thoughts at bay, especially having been summoned here under circumstances such as these.

"I won't pretend to know what you two shared after you met," he says, as much of a concession as he can make. "But I also can't pretend to know why someone who treated the way you did seems like such a loss now."