Viktor I -- [He has no idea what the end of that sentence was meant to be, because Viktor's hand is against his arm and his body moves by itself, enfolding his partner in a tight embrace. The action is almost greedy, like he needs to absorb Viktor into himself somehow he's pressed so close.
But between the explosion, the cocoon, seeing him only briefly at the commune -- everything. There had been the fight with his robot avatar, they'd come into contact then, but when was the last time he'd actually touched Viktor? Months, certainly. A year, almost? It feels like longer. Janna only knows how long he'd been in that hellscape.
So he holds him, palms pressed against his back, feeling the outline of the brace through his shirt and letting out a dry, cracked sob at the memory of helping Viktor make adjustments. He presses his face against Viktor's neck and inhales his scent hungrily. Sharp, sweet, a little dusty like the chalk they worked with.] It is so good to see you again. Really see you.
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But between the explosion, the cocoon, seeing him only briefly at the commune -- everything. There had been the fight with his robot avatar, they'd come into contact then, but when was the last time he'd actually touched Viktor? Months, certainly. A year, almost? It feels like longer. Janna only knows how long he'd been in that hellscape.
So he holds him, palms pressed against his back, feeling the outline of the brace through his shirt and letting out a dry, cracked sob at the memory of helping Viktor make adjustments. He presses his face against Viktor's neck and inhales his scent hungrily. Sharp, sweet, a little dusty like the chalk they worked with.] It is so good to see you again. Really see you.