Viktor... [They've had this conversation before; Palamedes will continue to insist until the heat death of the universe that this is fine, he will do this thing for Viktor and in fact he wants to be the one to do it, as many times as he must. That doesn't mean he won't be glad to get it over with, though.

He presses another kiss into Viktor's hair, lingering - just thinking. The mere thought of 'let somebody else take charge?' curdles instantly, so, no. No, he's just as ready to do this thing and put it behind them as ever, for sure.]

I know. But when it comes to surgeons in this place, I'm the only one I trust completely. [A shrug, and then an affectionate squeeze, lest they mire in Medical Anxiety for the rest of this party.] We'll take care of you, and then I will concede to try one colorful drink of your choosing. Eventually, after your convalescent period that I know you'll enjoy with patience and grace.

[Ahem. Somebody's going to learn all about actual bedrest, look forward to it.]