[viktor supposes that makes sense, surely writing is usually a single person's endeavor rather than a group activity. after this evening something about it feels a little lonely though, so his lips quirk further in something like satisfaction at being able to be a part of things.
before he can say anything to that effect pal is pulling him in, and he blinks in confusion before- oh. they're hugging, pal's hugging him. jayce did sometimes but it was few and far between, usually saved for ecstatic moments of discovery in late night lab sessions. it's funny their story can be like one of those discoveries, that the gratitude can come simply from viktor appreciating what they did together.
he lifts his arms to return it, face warm in a way that is surely the alcohol. his grip is tighter than he realizes, maybe clinging a little to the moment before it's gone.
pal is good at hugs, he thinks, though maybe it's just pal is pal and that's all it really takes. which is something to unpack that he'll steadfastly not unpack in coming days, laughing quietly, breath probably brushing somewhere near pal's neck]
Any time. It's eh... it's not a bad hobby. [he murmurs. the issue of letting go is solved when a wolf whistle from a passerby startles him enough to pull back a little, hands still on pal's arms and still a touch flushed. from the alcohol. he squints at the offender before looking to pal with a chuckle, shaking his head.]
asdfa tipping his hat to them and hoping they just go to the backrooms this time, please be sensible
before he can say anything to that effect pal is pulling him in, and he blinks in confusion before- oh. they're hugging, pal's hugging him. jayce did sometimes but it was few and far between, usually saved for ecstatic moments of discovery in late night lab sessions. it's funny their story can be like one of those discoveries, that the gratitude can come simply from viktor appreciating what they did together.
he lifts his arms to return it, face warm in a way that is surely the alcohol. his grip is tighter than he realizes, maybe clinging a little to the moment before it's gone.
pal is good at hugs, he thinks, though maybe it's just pal is pal and that's all it really takes. which is something to unpack that he'll steadfastly not unpack in coming days, laughing quietly, breath probably brushing somewhere near pal's neck]
Any time. It's eh... it's not a bad hobby. [he murmurs. the issue of letting go is solved when a wolf whistle from a passerby startles him enough to pull back a little, hands still on pal's arms and still a touch flushed. from the alcohol. he squints at the offender before looking to pal with a chuckle, shaking his head.]