(( no worries! I mean, I could have picked and chosen but I don't know that it occurred to me XD Viktor will be a sulky for a bit but I will poke him to lighten up ))


[ In Viktor's torpor he really doesn't give Yuuri the kind of greeting he ought to have given. Which is to say that Viktor grumbles and curls his fingers tighter around the bottle not unlike an octopus that doesn't want to let go of an object. ]

I really don't think that would be the limiting health factor in the near future should it come to pass, my dear.

[ Viktor is almost certainly being dramatic in excess but he's let caring slip off, oh. Three or four mouthfuls of drink ago? He's mourning. Sulking. Yuuri isn't the boss of him. He's his fiancé but he's not his boss.

The good news is as he's arranged and through his physical state he can't actually feel any pain unless he shifts his thigh too far as his legs are allowed to swing, barefoot, humidity clinging to his skin. Still, he leans a bit into Yuuri's touch, a small concession as he tips his head back, face pressed to the side of Yuuri's neck. ]

Mmmwarm. [ Then, soft with something resembling apology: ] I didn't hide too well, I hope.