Of that I have no doubt. [he means to end it off with something cheeky, maybe about the new notebooks to the collection being impressive or something along those lines. instead it's just a simple statement of fact he can't help.

viktor exhales in something like amusement, untangling enough to take pal's hand and lead them to the couch instead of the kitchen.] As it turns out kissing you is an excellent, mutual distraction. We share the blame there.

[he leans a little on pal in lieu of a crutch or a wall, just enough that the trip there is an easier one and he can plop down on the old couch. rio has since gotten herself her own bed, probably not unlike a beanbag she's happy to curl up in and save the couch for utter destruction. it's likely one of the only real changes to the place aside from whatever notes he'll leave around at random- sometimes to say he's going out, often to share an idea that suddenly came to him about their mutual research when he wasn't around, some fact he learned of the place he thinks pal would be intrigued by.

he tugs at pal's hand to come sit with him, not yet giving up his grip on pal's hand.] When did you realize? Not from a sandwich, I imagine.