On Ivan Braginsky's ship (attn. Ludwig, and all members from his crew.)(WARNING: MATURE!)

Slowly he wraps his arms around Ludwig's middle, slightly and slowly starting to calm down.

Ludwig kisses Ivan's head lightly and asks the taller man softly, "All better?"

Very slightly nods, keeping his eyes closed and takes a shaky deep breath.

Ludwig smiles carefully. "You must be tired. Come on, get some rest." Ludwig whispers to Ivan.

Nods slightly again, and gets up but doesn't let go of Ludwig, so gets Ludwig up too.

Ludwig blinks before giving another calming smile.

Very slowly lets go of Ludwig.

Ludwig pulls away a bit before leading him to the bed and laying him down.

"Rest now." He whispered softly into Ivan's ear and sat in a chair by the bed.

Soon closes his eyes, starting to fall asleep.

Ludwig smiles and whispers into the dark quietly, "Ich liebe dich." before pressing a small kiss to Ivan's head and waiting out the dawn.

Ivan slept a bit restlessly, but slept anyway, and woke up actually in the middle of the night.

Ludwig blinked tiredly but continued watching over Ivan, not noticing the other waking.

He slowly sat up, slightly shaking again, and covers his head with his hands, and moved his knees to this chest.

Ludwig jumps slightly before resting a hand lightly on Ivan's shoulder.

"Ivan? ...es dir gut?" Ludwig asks in German.

He moved his hands to hug his knees, and muttered something really quietly in Russian, and kept repeating it.

Ludwig wrapped his arms around the other and tried to calm him.

"Что?" (what?) Ludwig whispers the question quietly.

Whispers to himsefl:

"кровь... кровь... кровь... Она не уйдет... Я хочу, чтобы оставить меня в покое..."
(Blood... Blood... Blood... It won't go away... I want it to leave me alone...)

Ludwig blinks and tries to make sense of the Russian words.

"Blood? Who's blood...?" Ludwig asks, trailing off slightly.

"мама... папа... Это моя вина... Еще они сказали так..."
(Mother... Father... It's my fault... Even they said so...)

"Ivan, It's not your fault. Listen to me, Listen!" Ludwig told Ivan sternly and turned the other's head towards him.

"Ivan, stop this. It's not your fault. How old were you at the time? Four? Older? it doesn't matter because you were young and you're suppose to take the blame? No." Ludwig whispered the last word into Ivan's ear and hugging Ivan tighter.

Sobbing, Ivan leans almost completely against Ludwig, his eyes closed.

Ludwig rubs Ivan's back and softly sings an old Russian lullaby.

It takes some time, but Ivan calms down again after some time.

Ludwig continues the song before breaking off and sniffling lightly.

Ivan moved closer if possible, and he has actually fallen asleep...