Not once did Anya think that Gleb would feel the same loss that she does. Things had been strained between herself and Dmitry, with the man not listening to her, ignoring her, frustrating her even more than he had back in Paris, in Russia before that. They at least knew each other. Gleb and Dmirty were always on different sides of the line, different parts of Anya's life. They had no shared past relationship. Everything had been tossed aside, every chance however small dashed away.

She appreciates that Gleb is giving her condolences, that he's here beside her as she muddles through this complicated loss. She couldn't bear to lose him again, not when she's only just gotten him back.

Carefully, she leans up to softly kiss his mouth. "Thank you," she says quietly. "And I'll come if you call. Please know that."