Can you? Promise me that? [He tries to smile, but it's the saddest possible smile a human could make. There are tears in his eyes and he blinks hard, not wanting to let go of Viktor long enough to wipe them away.

Yes, gods, they have so much to talk about. But how could he possible explain all that's happened? Maybe, though, this is why the owl sent him here. This is what he's meant to fix. To -- to keep Viktor human, perhaps.

Bit by bit, he releases his grip on the other man, standing back to get a proper look at him but keeping a hand on his shoulder.] I must look pretty strange right now, I bet. What -- gods, Viktor, what do you last remember, before this place?