"You are horrible." His laugh turned into a sigh. "I also lo- very much like my boyfriend. Spasibo." Pavel said, biting his lip. So, he almost said that. "You know he was next to me all day Saturday." Back in Odessa the only person who would have visited him when he was sick was his sister. His neighbors would send flowers, but his sister would have been there. She was always the only one who really cared for him. It was nice, but also a bit strange to have others care. At least without thinking there was an ulterior motive, like 'don't tell anyone who really assaulted you'.
Pavel laid his head back on the door frame. "Sometimes I think I should never have come. I have made too many mistakes and hurt people." Now he was just feeling sorry for himself. Not attractive or confident.