[Hmm, maybe Viktor should bleed into a vial, what would happen if they mixed paleblood and darkblood in one vial— no, no. That's asking for trouble before they've nailed down the basics, or at the very least, a gross mess. No, it'll be the mildly uncomfortable blood market, to start.]
I do like a mystery. Let's try working backwards — start with something we definitively have the answer to, and see what I can turn up with psychometry.
[He folds his arms loosely and leans an elbow on the table's stack of books, giving a nod that might be a touch too casual for "hey, want to live here?" Yes, precisely that — the bunker may be cramped but it isn't a cot shoved into the corner of a lab, at least? And as they already have too many plans to work on together, and again, a cot in the corner! Some not-insignificant part of Palamedes is genuinely concerned Viktor's cough will worsen sleeping on that dang cot, but more than that: it's company.
It's a better kind of cramped than staring at Cam's empty top bunk and resenting the literal ocean. There's that. He likes Viktor, his sense of humor and his whip-smart ideas — there's that, too. Here is a person he could plan an entire itinerary with and, like right now!, promptly ignore it and not mind at all. In a world trying to kill Sleepers day in and day out, that kind of easy company is worth more than he can articulate.
He'll workshop it. Generously, he looks at his bloodied fingertip with sudden fascination, so Viktor can think about this in Peace. Mmph, he started it himself, but calling it a proper exchange is so — there's more sentiment! How is that sentiment, and yet, it is!]
I'll move the books, [he offers; he's not going to make Viktor haul a crutch up to the top bunk, he's not an asshole.] Swap the bunks, get something for Rio...
[Make it abundantly clear that this isn't just for an occasional visit, but rather a tried and true Shared Space. A different shared space than his usual, admittedly, still shared all the same.]
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I do like a mystery. Let's try working backwards — start with something we definitively have the answer to, and see what I can turn up with psychometry.
[He folds his arms loosely and leans an elbow on the table's stack of books, giving a nod that might be a touch too casual for "hey, want to live here?" Yes, precisely that — the bunker may be cramped but it isn't a cot shoved into the corner of a lab, at least? And as they already have too many plans to work on together, and again, a cot in the corner! Some not-insignificant part of Palamedes is genuinely concerned Viktor's cough will worsen sleeping on that dang cot, but more than that: it's company.
It's a better kind of cramped than staring at Cam's empty top bunk and resenting the literal ocean. There's that. He likes Viktor, his sense of humor and his whip-smart ideas — there's that, too. Here is a person he could plan an entire itinerary with and, like right now!, promptly ignore it and not mind at all. In a world trying to kill Sleepers day in and day out, that kind of easy company is worth more than he can articulate.
He'll workshop it. Generously, he looks at his bloodied fingertip with sudden fascination, so Viktor can think about this in Peace. Mmph, he started it himself, but calling it a proper exchange is so — there's more sentiment! How is that sentiment, and yet, it is!]
I'll move the books, [he offers; he's not going to make Viktor haul a crutch up to the top bunk, he's not an asshole.] Swap the bunks, get something for Rio...
[Make it abundantly clear that this isn't just for an occasional visit, but rather a tried and true Shared Space. A different shared space than his usual, admittedly, still shared all the same.]