No, unless he wears them only sometimes. [how many cat boys can there be? actually like two so there you go. maybe viktor just didn't notice, given he didn't even remember a name. it was a long month, give him a break.

regardless he's more than happy to curl their fingers together, a firm grip for a number of reasons. all the more when he hears that, brow furrowed.

in a way he's afraid to ask and clarify, does he even want to know if singed did other awful things to rio he never knew about? or is it the big one, the skin crawling one that he tried to make himself understand when he was doomed and desperate himself.

and he felt nothing, apparently. he wonders if that is truly singed or his own fears about the situation. the trench is uniquely annoying, as it turns out.]

She was dying when we met. He said he was going to save her. [he says after a bit of quiet. it means something that pal cares for rio on his own, enough to really understand.] Saving her did not mean for her sake, but for the experiment. Her... quality of life was not put into consideration.

[he leans in more, a thump of his head against pal's shoulder.] At least we didn't have to learn anything. It was purely for torment, and I am not sure which is worse in truth.