[far too young in viktor's humble opinion. but alas. he focuses on the kettle, pulling it off when it lets out a low whistle. a scoop of the tea and filling the tea pot finishes matters.

he brings the teapot over, then two cups, a small trip for each since the cane makes it difficult to carry more than that. the chair from his desk gets brought over and he sits down, setting his cane to the side and pouring a cup on the coffee table in front of the couch.]

Would you like to discuss it? [asked simply, as he holds out the cup for jun to take. there's pink petals twirling in it.] In truth I find eh... what is the phrase people use? 'Spilling my guts' about troubles is rarely all that helpful, but having someone to discuss them with properly is another matter.