[Oh, and it's an achingly long few seconds, watching Viktor fumble his way through reacting to a confession just the same as he's just done, and Palamedes commits the curve of his smile and the relieved timbre of his voice to memory in an instant. Trench could chew him up and spit him out and all sorts of terrible things but he would remember this moment, Viktor ducking his head and then smiling at him like that, and it would remind him what it is to be happy.
Incredibly gooey, and he'll get there with bells on sooner or later, but first— dating. He glances down at the table, raising an eyebrow.]
Is this a date? [Can it be, now? He'll take Viktor anywhere date-like he wants to go, easily, but they are here, enjoying a private meal. It feels like it could be a date, with the proper acknowledgement.
Still, he's suddenly even more restless than usual, unable to pin down his focus in the wake of Viktor's affections. It tilts the world a little on its axis in a way that is both disorienting and wonderful, adding a glimmer to otherwise ordinary moments— they're eating bunsen burner dinner, and Viktor has feelings for him; he's going to hate this beer, and his feelings are returned; Rio is blissfully sleeping through the full scope of their ridiculous back and forth and Viktor likes him, oh oh oh, he's going to pop at any moment—]
Well— at the risk of walking right into it by saying 'of course it would be easy,' like I said: you're amazing. What I feel about you is— to put it in scientific terms, I'm crazy about you.
[He leans forward, elbows on the table, to reach over and cover Viktor's hand with his in a loose gesture, but one that pointedly muddles their fingers together. It feels like the moment but it also feels irrevocably bold (just like in his romance novels), particularly while further interrupting dinner. There's a beat where he simply holds Viktor's gaze along with his hand, and then he says,]
But if you wanted to argue your case, I would absolutely hear it.
[It's a date activity? Formal case arguments... he might swoon.]
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Incredibly gooey, and he'll get there with bells on sooner or later, but first— dating. He glances down at the table, raising an eyebrow.]
Is this a date? [Can it be, now? He'll take Viktor anywhere date-like he wants to go, easily, but they are here, enjoying a private meal. It feels like it could be a date, with the proper acknowledgement.
Still, he's suddenly even more restless than usual, unable to pin down his focus in the wake of Viktor's affections. It tilts the world a little on its axis in a way that is both disorienting and wonderful, adding a glimmer to otherwise ordinary moments— they're eating bunsen burner dinner, and Viktor has feelings for him; he's going to hate this beer, and his feelings are returned; Rio is blissfully sleeping through the full scope of their ridiculous back and forth and Viktor likes him, oh oh oh, he's going to pop at any moment—]
Well— at the risk of walking right into it by saying 'of course it would be easy,' like I said: you're amazing. What I feel about you is— to put it in scientific terms, I'm crazy about you.
[He leans forward, elbows on the table, to reach over and cover Viktor's hand with his in a loose gesture, but one that pointedly muddles their fingers together. It feels like the moment but it also feels irrevocably bold (just like in his romance novels), particularly while further interrupting dinner. There's a beat where he simply holds Viktor's gaze along with his hand, and then he says,]
But if you wanted to argue your case, I would absolutely hear it.
[It's a date activity? Formal case arguments... he might swoon.]