[It's a relief, when Nikolai doesn't draw attention to his moment of weakness, his unstated grief, despite it being obviously written on his face and in his voice when he speaks. It's a kindness Onni won't soon forget, and something that makes him admire and like Nikolai a little more.

Instead of drawing attention to it, he just goes on to talk about his own family, explaining that he's not in contact with his parents, something Onni can barely conceptualize as something someone would want, and then going on to tell a light-hearted story about stew. The anecdote serves to settle Onni a little, to get his mind off of what's troubling him, and he's not sure if that's what Nikolai intended or not, but the effect is good either way.

By the time they're done eating, Onni feels balanced again, and more educated on Nikolai's home. He feels ready to do what they need to do now, and almost at the same moment he was about to suggest it, Nikolai does.]

Alright, let's go. I know just the place.

[They make their way to a large apartment building he knows of that has an empty room in the basement that looks like it should've been used for storage or something. There are no windows and the walls are concrete, the door is a sturdy 'fire door' and they can easily bring a mattress for Nikolai to sleep on if he wants it.

He looks over as Nikolai sips from the bottle and makes a huff in his throat of amusement at his comment that it tastes like shit but he likes it.]

Sure, I'll try some.

[Taking the bottle, Onni pulls a swig from it and winces as it burns his throat on the way down.]

It's awful, but it'll get the job done.

[He leads the way to the building, and pushes the door open, then down to the basement and the small room he'd been thinking of.]

Here it is. Cement. The door is sturdy, I think it's meant to withstand a fire. What do you think?