The moment Luther gets a good look at Viktor's face, he reaches out and pulls his brother into his arms. He's been so fucking grateful since the day in that barn, for who Viktor has become to him, and the rush of new memories threatens to overwhelm. All his brain really manages is tiny brother sad and so there's hugging.

He does gently dab at his nose in hope that he's done bleeding, and thankfully, he is. Viktor doesn't need that on top of everything else.

"You don't have to tell me, not right now, if you don't want to," he murmurs. "I know we beat those big samurai bastards up, but things still didn't look good." His brain starts to whir and buzz a little, like a fan trying to start up despite the heat. "If we're back here, we're safe. And whatever is supposed to happen there happens. I guess."

His whole chest hurts.