[The ghost racket and the ghost mess... The rest of this will be cleaned up eventually. After several hours of productive lung study, in the morning. Or Palamedes will simply make a quick jaunt across town to grab Junior, whichever.]

With you on bedrest, who's going to remind him not to work twenty hours a day? We'll have to draw up a rotation. [The looking after Allen association, a new nonprofit Palamedes has ushered into existence, here.

And wow, do not bring up bunsen burners, he can take only so much.]

I appreciate your lab. I don't appreciate the idea of you crammed into a corner somewhere and calling it adequate rest. Even our actual bed is fairly small.

[Hmm, maybe they should one day get a larger bed? Although they would need a larger house, to go with it? Fascinating possibilities. Palamedes blinks himself out of the big-house-without-bunkbeds-and-with-boyfriend fantasy, before he gets ahead of himself while they're still on Lungs. Hearing Viktor say he believes in the chance now squeezes around his heart in the exact opposite way that Viktor saying he had only a few months left did, some time ago; that's another kind of progress, huh.

Mmph. Well, enough pretending he is one hundred percent a mature adult all the time, twisting to face Viktor and wrap both arms tight around him and tip them both over to lying down on this truly heinous couch, landing with a satisfied hum. The overwhelming energies of hope and possibility have to go somewhere: this is where. Love him.]