I'll practice my stealth in the meantime, if you think that will help. [Ah, and there he goes; Palamedes hums, caught between already missing him hovering and being concerned about his knee, mmph. He sticks close, keeping an arm around Viktor and leaning his head on his shoulder once Viktor pulls back. He's sentimental and enjoying the cuddle, sue him.]

I'll destroy every margin, just for you; it will be obscene when I'm done with it. [And it's his manifest charm, certainly,] We make a good team, in my opinion. Still; there's nothing wrong with having high standards.

[Hah. Now, if he can circle back here a moment: the concern. He's assuming, here, so he says it like it's half a question:]

Your braces seem like they could be more comfortable.