[Kyle's voice pulls him out of his reverie, and Viktor simply looks at him for a moment, his expression fond. But there's something else in it, too, like he's taking him in after some time away. Viktor is perched on a stool, and when Kyle occupies the space next to him, Viktor leans against his side.]
I couldn't sleep.
[Which is sort of true. He wants to be awake right now, some part of him worried that if he returns to sleep, he'll slip right back to where he left off.]
I had a dream about home.
[He hates to even say it, to know that he's about to upend their quiet domesticity--but such a thing was never possible for someone like him, was it?]
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I couldn't sleep.
[Which is sort of true. He wants to be awake right now, some part of him worried that if he returns to sleep, he'll slip right back to where he left off.]
I had a dream about home.
[He hates to even say it, to know that he's about to upend their quiet domesticity--but such a thing was never possible for someone like him, was it?]