[Ooh, an argument, how romantic. Hours of heated debate is a very attractive prospect, honestly, that's the simple nerd truth, but it still makes him laugh softly. Viktor's hand in his hair is relaxing, welcome in the face of the double-hitter of 'admirable partner' and the low-grade discomfort of lesser materials. Hmm...]

I am. Going to worry. Not more than I usually do, mind; you know better than I do. [About putting together good braces, and so on. His practical experience with inorganic engineering is still mediocre, but unfortunately, even being fully convinced that Viktor could build anything he can think of doesn't fully alleviate the concerns.

A work in progress; good.]

There's a place in Lumenwood that makes prosthetics and assorted aid-sundry, if you wanted to pick up some materials. One of the blood ministers saw me bend my glasses and told me about it in advance— I should probably be embarrassed by that, but.

[A shrug! Where even are his glasses right now, he hasn't been paying attention to keeping them on the arm of the couch, oop— Either way, there's a place. He fiddles with the hem of Viktor's shirt, idly, hmhmhm.]

That said, you're a pretty admirable partner, yourself.