[The alarm continues to beep at them from nearby, and it is so grating, and yet Octavian too is content to spend another few moments looking at Viktor and enjoying his presence. He tilts his head to return Viktor's kiss, lingering in the moment to relish it a bit longer. He's missed this, too, and while after a week he feels like he has too many things backed up that he's wanted to tell Viktor or show Viktor, this kiss and the unspoken words behind it are somehow precisely enough.
But the sound is terrible, and so he draws away but takes Viktor's hand, come join him while he moves over to the table where he's left his tablet beeping away. That gets turned off, and Octavian looks over at the workshop; he was doing something earlier, but... it can wait.
Actually,] Are you hungry?
[He must be, mustn't he— Octavian doesn't know how it goes to be brought back from death in this place, but he would assume that the body is not restored at its full capacity or given a nice meal, so. Surely, there's a hunger.
And Sterling had always cooked, whenever he'd been in some kind of state, ill or otherwise, so instinct makes him want to do that now, for Viktor. As such,] I will make you something.
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But the sound is terrible, and so he draws away but takes Viktor's hand, come join him while he moves over to the table where he's left his tablet beeping away. That gets turned off, and Octavian looks over at the workshop; he was doing something earlier, but... it can wait.
Actually,] Are you hungry?
[He must be, mustn't he— Octavian doesn't know how it goes to be brought back from death in this place, but he would assume that the body is not restored at its full capacity or given a nice meal, so. Surely, there's a hunger.
And Sterling had always cooked, whenever he'd been in some kind of state, ill or otherwise, so instinct makes him want to do that now, for Viktor. As such,] I will make you something.