We cannot have that, I'm fond of those eyes. [viktor's tone is amused, even resisting another kiss to help him try and not lose said eyes in such a tragic way.

what is nice about pal being upright is he can loop his arms around pal's shoulders, pull him close like a slow, floating dance as his brow raises then he huffs.] I am still annoyed I didn't save the ring for when I was sober. Instead fumbling around like a fool rather than something nicer.

[still, when he reaches to take pal's hand, his ringed hand, his eyes soften and something in him yearns in an odd way. it's ridiculous, aside from an agonizing wedding in some grand church they've committed themselves to each other thoroughly, and still he's feeling like it maybe isn't enough. it maybe could be more. it maybe could be again, because he just wants to declare it to pal like a mantra.

hm. he kisses the ring.] I've always been serious about that. You do hate unnecessary exposure to the sun.