He moves quietly. He sits beside him quietly. For a long time he is silent. The tears come all by themselves. He doesn't want to make a lot of noise, he just wants to let his friend rest, and yet, while his flesh hand gently envelops Hanna's, his metal one covers his own face, the Heavy gently weeping. He knew it was going to be bad, and yet his heart still broke.
Hanna wakes to find the Heavy sitting next to him, his little hand so fragile in comparison to Alexei’s. He wriggles his fingers gently to offer some comfort.
"…hey. Don’t cry. ‘t’s… It’s okay." Whether or not Hanna believes that is not discussed.
"Are avake…? Am sorry… did not meant to vake you. Should rest. Me and Pearl brought medicine for you. Herbs. Aloe from greenhouse."
He smiles, a little, wavery thing, brushing lightly at his eyes.
"…did vhat you asked me. Leetle vuns are just fine… vanted to come find you so many times. But asked me to do someting. Did not vant to let down…"
Hanna lightly waves his left hand dismissively. “…been waking up a lot anyway. Dun worry ‘bout it.”
He gives Alexei a small smile. “Th-Thanks, Alexei. Yo— You’re amazing. …Could never let me down, y’know.”
His eyes close for a moment. It’s almost like he’s fallen asleep right then and there, but it’s more for some time to take a breath.
He laughs, once. A sad little ‘heh.’
"Dat is just like you to ask me, even now. I am… I am fine, my friend. Am good."
Perhaps it was a little white lie? But what good would it do to tell Hanna, in this condition, of the chest pains he’d been having? Besides, he’d taken Pearl’s medicine… that made everything fine for the time being, right? Right.
He does smile a little. He’d done good. Hanna had given him a task to do and he’d done it well.
"Are home now, dear Hanna. Vill be better in time. Vill all help to make dis so."
He gently lets go of the boy’s hand, reaching up to the back of his own head. Carefully, he undoes the knot on his bandanna, slipping it off his head, revealing not baldness, but a head of short brown hair- usually shaved as matter of preference, but not tended to in some time for lack of priority.
Very carefully, he ties it around his friend’s shorn head loosely, to keep him a little warmer.