[Viktor isn't going anywhere, and it's clear that locking the door wasn't at all on his mind, so he doesn't stop Claude from taking care of it. There's nothing for him to do about it, anyway--getting up is too much effort, and he's run out of furniture to overturn. So he waits, miserably, until Claude comes back into the room and takes a seat next to him.
He's not in hysterics the way he was with Hilda, but a despondence permeates the room regardless. Viktor sits quietly for a long moment, not knowing how to begin.]
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He's not in hysterics the way he was with Hilda, but a despondence permeates the room regardless. Viktor sits quietly for a long moment, not knowing how to begin.]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you.