[At first Viktor seems unsure whether he should be looking at Theo, or at his warden lying there on the floor—
he wouldn't, he wouldn't, he can't
—but that decision is swiftly made.]
Stay back?
[It's soft, a reflexive echo of disbelief. He's leaning into it, deepening his hunched posture, shuffling a step, his yellow eyes keen beneath his darkening brow.]
no subject
he wouldn't, he wouldn't, he can't
—but that decision is swiftly made.]
Stay back?
[It's soft, a reflexive echo of disbelief. He's leaning into it, deepening his hunched posture, shuffling a step, his yellow eyes keen beneath his darkening brow.]
Are you serious?
[—sounds more like are you fucking kidding me?]