[So definitely ego, yes. Palamedes isn't going to discourage him, so - carry on, it's very endearing. He hums shortly, an approving noise as he sinks a little further into Viktor's side, and he thinks for the nth time this evening that this— this is all just fine. He could get used to this, worrying only about sleeping arrangements and finding adequate materials for cherry bombs. That would be nice.

And this is Trench, so if he's going to squeeze water from a stone, he may as well fully indulge in the good parts. Sleeping arrangements, the only problem they will ever have, indeed.

He is mid-reach towards Viktor's hand to hold, when, ah-] I've been accused of fidgeting before, that's fair. Restless mind.

[Guilty as charged... anyway, give him that hand, mmph.]

It's simple trial and error, but it's also a bed; there are only so many working options. [A beat. Hm, the giddy sentiment,] There's a decent chance I won't be able to sleep at all tonight.