You're a man of the town now. [viktor shakes his head. the question surprises him a little, more because he's used to a certain fretting over his health that tended to grate but pal makes it sound so casual. he really is just glad, it's as simple as asking because he just wants to know.]

I'm feeling good. [he says honestly, glancing up to say,] This month has been good, I think... the moon makes palebloods stronger? I usually feel better at night since coming here. This month has done wonders, I admit.

[he met pal this month too, which is a kind of sentimental he isn't drunk enough just to say. he does think it though with a little smile to himself.

he doesn't expect the moment of quiet, glancing over curiously. he certainly doesn't expect the hand on his arm that has him aching a little with how casual it is. how do you ask someone not to let go without opening up what feels like such a vulnerable, pathetic sort of core, he wonders? at least what pal asks is an easy answer.]

Gladly. [he says without hesitation.] The things neither of us have seen too. It- you make good company, Palamedes. [a few moments and he makes himself say despite the sentiment,] I am very glad we met.