Ivan has to remind himself that he can't charge forward -- even if his body is screaming for him to. No, he has to make sure... he nods, not trusting his voice enough until he can collect himself more. But if Duv keeps moving like that, looking like that, sounding like that -- close. They're so close to success.

"Yeah," he says, voice rough before he slides another finger in, face scrunching up in a bout of sudden concentration. "Duv... do you want me to stop using my fingers?" And replace them, of course, but Duv can figure that one out all on his own.