Will you? Say that again after I tell you about the time I touched all the biscuits in the waiting room and refused to commit to actually eating one.

[Is this gross, objectively a bit, but the Sixth also do not care about sharing the thumbtacks they make their fingers bleed on for fingerprint signatures, so? It's both worse and better, comparatively. Anyway, they were icky biscuits, so it's fine.

Focus instead on the fingers running over his scalp; Palamedes is content to keep Viktor here against his shoulder, so please, feel free to enjoy and think those secret thoughts about community and friends. He's had plenty of those himself throughout this party, particularly every time someone thanks him for setting it up.

Ah, and it's even softer when Viktor brings up the promise, a tender warmth blooming in his chest over just that teeny bit of sap.]

You're going to talk like that in front of everyone? [ha ha. really though, super gay.] I'm glad; surprise me, next time.