[Mm, and despite the mean slice across his palm, this is a... nice moment? He's been terrified out of his mind every time Camilla got hurt and needed him to bandage up a wound of hers, and while the stakes are far lower right now - he did this to himself for a stupid prank, ultimately - it's close to the same feeling of closeness as those moments after. Quiet, with the antiseptic and the bandages. It's nice that he doesn't have to do this one-handed with a lot of muttered swearing.

He doesn't even wince egregiously - only like, a few times! - simply flexes his hand when Viktor is through and nods gratefully.]

I don't want to think about it before I've had my fizzy pink drink, [he says, exaggerated for comedic effect. Fuck those rusty knobs in particular? Goddamn.] We both had some unforeseen complications, that's all.

[Haha... good golly. He stands, still wiggling his fingers experimentally.]

Let's celebrate.