[Viktor is undergoing the slightly arduous process of lifting himself off the bed (what a strange feeling, after a dream of a new, stronger body, unencumbered) when the arm around his waist prevents him from going further. He pauses, momentarily, looking over his shoulder and taking in the sight of Kyle in bed next to him, wanting to pull him back in like his whole world hasn't been upended.]
Go back to sleep.
[He whispers it softly, gently moving Kyle's arm from its place. Viktor is not so removed from this life that he doesn't think this will work--but he needs to clear his head. To breathe for a moment, and sort through this before he drags Kyle into it.]
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Go back to sleep.
[He whispers it softly, gently moving Kyle's arm from its place. Viktor is not so removed from this life that he doesn't think this will work--but he needs to clear his head. To breathe for a moment, and sort through this before he drags Kyle into it.]