[Hmm, very good, he should get another glass— no, he won't, even after this lengthy kiss. This is perfectly non-tentative, nonsexual affection, sir; but that's beside the point. Palamedes leans into it to the point that he's scooted all the way to the edge of his shitty kitchen chair and bumped their legs together repeatedly, and immediately snorts inelegantly at Viktor's incredible display of humility.

Like, yeah, he's amazing and intelligent and funny, obviously, but the timing. True comedic genius.] More than anyone else I know.

[Ah, but then he softens, and presses his next kiss to Viktor's cheek, lingering there a moment. Hmm.]

If I offer to help with whatever you need, are you going to tell me I do it too much? [he does. he knows.] I am. For the record. Anything for you; I'll be here.