[He almost says something snippy just to say it, a 'Would that make you feel better?' that the Viktor he's used to would enjoy as some choice mean flirting, but ah - no, this Viktor is... softer. He doesn't remember how to be soft; the best he can do is haltingly apologetic for the permanent jaggedness of the rest of him.
And in all likelihood the other Palamedes would be irritated if he stressed out this softer and gentler Viktor too much, which he doesn't really want to think about. Ick.
Instead he sits up, turning away to reach for his glasses, and also so they don't have to stare at each other in open disappointment for the next few minutes, ahem.]
There's no way I can answer that with dignity. [what kind of weirdo is that walnut other-Pal, but also, yuck] I'll drink tea.
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And in all likelihood the other Palamedes would be irritated if he stressed out this softer and gentler Viktor too much, which he doesn't really want to think about. Ick.
Instead he sits up, turning away to reach for his glasses, and also so they don't have to stare at each other in open disappointment for the next few minutes, ahem.]
There's no way I can answer that with dignity. [what kind of weirdo is that walnut other-Pal, but also, yuck] I'll drink tea.