"You clean up quite well, you know." Anya's gloved fingers caress the inside of Dmitry's wrist as he escorts her into the theatre. Her glance up at his face is almost shy. "For someone who has never worn a tuxedo before." @foundhxrself
And suddenly he's self conscious about it all over again. He's not Vlad, he never wanted to be someone else, he's never felt the need to put on someone else's clothes and call himself by another name. So he chuckles, disguising his nervousness as amusement. ❝ Enjoy it while it lasts, if everything goes according to plan, you're not seeing me in one of these ever again. ❞ They're not seeing each other ever again… There's just a hint of disappointment in it as he becomes suddenly s o aware of her arm in his, of this closeness they have achieved somehow, and how hard it'll be when he has to let go. She'll be happy, he tells himself. She is Anastasia and she's getting her family back. That's ALL that matters.