[Hm, Octavian really does not like that; of course he prefers Viktor alive and well, so on some level he understands the urge to... act in that kind of situation. As always however, he is uniquely disposed to view it from the other end: here he is, a thing that should not be mucking around in a body that is, generously, a science project, and it is miserable, and most significantly, he did this. He thinks if he had woken after his death without his consent as the thing he is, he would be...

Upset.

So he understands. Whatever Viktor's partner has done to him, the thing Viktor has not yet experienced, there is an indignity to it— to being stripped of choice, for someone else's benefit. Octavian will never bring his family back from the dead the way he's done to himself; an injustice, that Viktor would not be allowed the same respect.

He frowns about it. There isn't anything to do about that, at least not yet.

Now,] Of course. [There's nowhere else he'd rather be— whether being at Viktor's side is merely literal or if there is some actionable goal to push towards, he'll stay. How could he do anything else.] As long as you will have me.

[The water is boiling behind them somewhere; he ignores it.]

It may be difficult. Choosing. I know what that is like. Outside of this body it is a constant. A restless mind. [He ducks lower, a bit of an awkward twist, but all in the service of kissing Viktor's forehead.] Which is to say I am here for you. No woe is too great.