@chiefhcpper sent: 🫂 -- send 🫂 to just hug my muse. -- still accepting
By the time Dmitri was released, it was starting to get later into the night.
While he understood the SUSPICION, it was hard to sit with these agents for the couple hours he had. It was harder to explain what he saw and what information he had about some monsters that he had only heard in CONSPIRATORY whispers around the prison, which he had dismissed with a light scoff at the time. That was, until he saw the Demogorgon bite someone’s head off in front of him. Still, he had been a guard, it made sense that they grilled him the most out of their little group. He remained COOPERATIVE, answering whatever he could.
If they sent him back, especially now that he’d been interacting with the Americans like he was, Dmitri had no doubts that he wouldn’t survive a week before he would be shot.
So, there was a NOTICEABLE amount of relief when he had been released to go join the others in the hideout for the night. Dmitri had been given a somewhat too tight winter jacket and mismatched clothing for the time being, but it was better than the dirty and blood stained prisoner’s uniform he had arrived in. However, when he stepped inside, he hadn’t expected Hopper to still be awake. Dmitri shouldered off his jacket before walking toward him, a small grin on his face, but the EXHAUSTION wasn’t hard to miss in his body language.
“I thought you would have been face down in a pillow by now,” he commented light-heartedly, crossing his arms over his chest. “It has been MORE than a couple hours.”
However, Dmitri wasn’t expecting the other man to stand up and pull him into a tight hug. He stilled for a few moments, brow furrowing as he unwound his arms before returning the embrace. Really, it almost felt like this ordeal was FINISHED--in some sense, at least. He knew he had to go help his daughter, and Dmitri certainly wasn’t going to blame him for leaving as soon as possible. Dmitri would figure out what to do with himself. Still, it was a few moments before he gave Hopper a solid pat between his shoulder blades, his voice somewhat muffled.
“They are letting me stay for now,” he said, “Not without watching, I figure. I know that song too well. Still, it is better than a death sentence.”
