Mm, I know. If I were in your position I would worry as well. [viktor offers as his hand moves in a gentle rhythm. he's never needed to learn the line between appreciated concern and coddling for himself before, and it's been an interesting learning experience.] I suspect the first time you're properly injured by this place while I'm here I'll be unbearable. Alas.

[he glances over, unable to help some amusement as he says,] A little embarrassed, maybe. It is endearing to watch but likely not kind on the budget. How badly do you need them to see?

[it makes him wonder about the kind of glasses sold here, and given the style of the trench he nearly snorts at the image of pal in some bloodborne ass aesthetic glasses. it's not a terrible look really, but still a stark one. maybe all the grey would make it work.

ugh, he's all fond again.] Maybe we'll go to see what they have to offer. I hadn't considered they may be willing to part with materials they use. I ah... hm, I prefer to make my own aids, even back home. [health agency! he offers a shrug as he twirls at pal's hair with a finger without really thinking much of it.]