[Oh boy, a second date - possibly a second date where Palamedes and his narrow-mindedness (that one gets a scoff) harangue Viktor into spending the whole night in, with kitchen-made food and the tiny couch — so like plenty of their evenings before now, but ah, different? With a different door opened to the easy comfort of mutual affection.
The admission that they're here in the lab because Viktor feared Palamedes might abruptly want to go makes his throat sting, Viktor's timing so perfect with the touch against his face (and his glasses, which is the single most endearing thing anyone's ever done for him, he thinks) that he can't help but lean into it and miss it terribly when it goes away. He wants to take that insecurity and wrap it up and throw it away forever, but- baby steps.
Viktor is sweet; he'll start there.]
Everything I know, I learned from novels, [he admits with a brief quirk of a grin, so very self-aware that melodramatic romance novels are a bad source.] And I absolutely don't know anything about timelines, or procedures. I've never been on a date until just now.
[Novel! They can figure it out together. They can even keep the bit going for as long as it's still funny, which it definitely is right now. He hums, thinking about it; honestly, he could spend the next hour or two looking at Viktor and marveling at all this, and he would enjoy it very much.
But. Also. He bites the inside of his cheek, debating for a whole two seconds before offering,]
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The admission that they're here in the lab because Viktor feared Palamedes might abruptly want to go makes his throat sting, Viktor's timing so perfect with the touch against his face (and his glasses, which is the single most endearing thing anyone's ever done for him, he thinks) that he can't help but lean into it and miss it terribly when it goes away. He wants to take that insecurity and wrap it up and throw it away forever, but- baby steps.
Viktor is sweet; he'll start there.]
Everything I know, I learned from novels, [he admits with a brief quirk of a grin, so very self-aware that melodramatic romance novels are a bad source.] And I absolutely don't know anything about timelines, or procedures. I've never been on a date until just now.
[Novel! They can figure it out together. They can even keep the bit going for as long as it's still funny, which it definitely is right now. He hums, thinking about it; honestly, he could spend the next hour or two looking at Viktor and marveling at all this, and he would enjoy it very much.
But. Also. He bites the inside of his cheek, debating for a whole two seconds before offering,]
I've never been kissed before, either.