>:o

_{[His hand tightens in Viktor's robe, his expression cracking but not quite breaking. He is tired. So very, very tired. It's hard to explain it to Viktor without waxing some form of philosophical. On top of everything else, he just isn't sure of Viktor's intentions anymore.

He's not sure he ever was.

He kept his next thought to himself: was this just another 'surprise' that Viktor was piling on while he was floundering in trying to figure out what he was supposed to do next?

So yeah, it was coming off really flippant, to his exhausted brain. He just needs to sleep, he assures himself. It'll all look better under daylight.

He leans his head against Viktor's shoulder with a long, soft groan, eyes starting to drift closed.]}

You make a lot of promises. You're kind of...flaky about them though.

_{[Yes, just make him feel even worse because you're not doing so well. Even if your scores are better than they've ever been in your career.]}