[ Understanding or indifference, either way Brook's non-reaction is a relief to Nikolai. The only thing worse than allowing himself a moment of unguarded vulnerability would be if that moment elicited pity. He would much prefer teasing or nonchalance.

It's easier not to get lost in his own spiraling thoughts when Brook is speaking to him, giving his mind something to latch onto. ]

No, you're right- it'd be terribly rude of me to impose on you like that.

[ He'd done more than his fair share of being picked up and hauled around by his friends, in the last few months. Not so much of a problem, for Tolya, but he doubts Brook could manage it. Maybe dragging him along the floor, but even that is harder than one might think. ]

Yes, let's.

[ Nikolai walks as steadily as he can to the door. He keeps his eyes lowered; he noticed the one-way mirror in the door upon entering, and he's not sure he wants to know what his reflection looks like right now. Even in his state of discomfort, Nikolai still stands aside to let Brook pass through the door before him. Manners, and all that.

The quiet of the exhibit is a shock. Nikolai didn't realize just how oppressive the atmosphere in that room was gotten until he stepped out of it. He exhales shakily, trying to calm his nerves and recover some shred of dignity. ]

Much better. That lighting was doing nothing for my complexion.

[ Or his sanity, but he's hardly about to say that aloud. Nikolai manages a smile that is much less forced, turning to Brook to ask: ]

So, did that room not bother you at all, or are you simply much better at hiding it than I am?