[He's confused at first when he's urged to lean himself down. But wamrth touches warmth, and the look he casts towards the ground softens, letting his eyes drift closed.]
...Nor I for you. [A hand finds Viktor's shoulder to steady himself with an exhale.]
no subject
...Nor I for you. [A hand finds Viktor's shoulder to steady himself with an exhale.]
I will miss this. Our work. Our talks.