"So busy," Viktor confirms. "And long. So glad to be home." He lifts the corner of Five's book to peek at the title. Curiosity sated, he lays his head back to meet Five's gaze. He smiles. The knots in his shoulders are unwinding, and with that another inkling of inner-wisdom that maybe he wants to be home more, and not just because he gets to catch/cozy up with Five.

There's something in Five's expression. After 3 years of trust and practice, Viktor's blood doesn't go cold when he can't place a look, anymore. He's curious, close and comfortable. If Five has something to say, he'll say it.

"How was yours?"