He was out of breath, his legs slung out of one end of the coffin, his heart doing all it could to flutter out of his chest. He was in a positively satisfied mood. Laughing to himself, covering his one still gloved hand to his sweaty forehead, he said, “Fenrich. We waited much too long.”
And Fenrich, dear, loyal Fenrich, slipped his hands into his hair and placed a limp kiss to his forehead.
"I expected you to say that patience was another one of your virtues." His eyes went to gold slats. Valvatorez smirked, lifting a hand to his exhausted chin. "But yes, my Lord, this… Perhaps should not… have been delayed. But.."
Valvatorez’s fingers fell away, one by one, until just a single remained. He tilted his head further back into Fenrich’s hands.
"Ah, all is for me, of course." He blinked. "You know, Fenrich, to tell the truth… that sentiment doesn’t quite make sense to me."
"It’s not all for me if it is you who takes pleasure in doing… those things for me."Valvatorez dropped his hand, placing it on his bare chest. "It is a give and take scenario. It is that that makes us good comrades."