[It's lucky— for this pasta, specifically— that Octavian has already moved away to deal with the food, or else Viktor saying all of that right now would have drawn him right back in to kiss his hands and stare at him adoringly for the rest of the night and then some. And while that wouldn't be a terrible way to spend time at all, it's still true that Viktor needs to eat something.
So, the pasta, but he does pause to wrap that feeling up and tuck it away for a rainy day, just in case. Then he hums, still busy with the pot.]
Romantic. You are eminently distracting. [Lightly chiding, if not at all serious; please, let him make these noodles, it's moderately important.] All that is left of my heart is yours.
[Things to say while stirring pasta. Anyway, give him a few minutes to return with Buttered Noodles in a bowl, and a fork. He delivers these to Viktor and sits next to him on the couch, close enough to touch as always. Immediately, his fingers go back into Viktor's hair.]
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So, the pasta, but he does pause to wrap that feeling up and tuck it away for a rainy day, just in case. Then he hums, still busy with the pot.]
Romantic. You are eminently distracting. [Lightly chiding, if not at all serious; please, let him make these noodles, it's moderately important.] All that is left of my heart is yours.
[Things to say while stirring pasta. Anyway, give him a few minutes to return with Buttered Noodles in a bowl, and a fork. He delivers these to Viktor and sits next to him on the couch, close enough to touch as always. Immediately, his fingers go back into Viktor's hair.]
Eat.