Viktor wasn't hiding that he yearned for you. Touch lingering a bit linger than it should, his eyes following you as you paced back and forth in front of him, constantly looking for your approval. Viktor would sit next to you, even if it was inconvenient, and would walk after you of you changed location.

Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to realize. Even now, as you were sitting on the desk, with Viktor glued to you, you told yourself he was.... simply needing the contact. A presence. He flipped through the pages of your notebook, studying its content.

"It's a bit- eeh, empty, if you want my opinion. At least, to be presented in front of the council, don't you think?"

Viktor's accent was thick as he handed you the notebook.

"However, you did better than I thought."