To be honest, Viktor isn't quite sure what he's asking, but he gets the answer he's looking for. His eyes go somehow wider.
"I remember. I thought it was a dream," Viktor marvels, more suspicious than reverent. He looks up expecting to find the same. Luther's got himself together right now, but Viktor can see his nerves fraying at the edges. Viktor's brows draw down in concentration.
"Here, sit down." He tugs a chair out with his foot, turns it so that Luther can sit in it. "Put your head back; it'll stop the bleeding." And it gives him a second to think, but that doesn't help. Even the walk to the bathroom to get tissues doesn't prove fruitful.
Viktor gets back and guides Luther's hand away to check out his nose and see if they need to go to a hospital or if his anxiety is all about this other, less tangible issue. "What's the last thing you remember?"
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"I remember. I thought it was a dream," Viktor marvels, more suspicious than reverent. He looks up expecting to find the same. Luther's got himself together right now, but Viktor can see his nerves fraying at the edges. Viktor's brows draw down in concentration.
"Here, sit down." He tugs a chair out with his foot, turns it so that Luther can sit in it. "Put your head back; it'll stop the bleeding." And it gives him a second to think, but that doesn't help. Even the walk to the bathroom to get tissues doesn't prove fruitful.
Viktor gets back and guides Luther's hand away to check out his nose and see if they need to go to a hospital or if his anxiety is all about this other, less tangible issue. "What's the last thing you remember?"