“Honey you’re familiar, like my mirror years ago.”

Viktor took your innocence as stupidity. Seeing you as invalid because you liked to kid around. How you sat, how you dressed, and then damn smile that haunted his already broken sleep pattern.

Today in the lab you had made one small mistake in a sketch. A piece of paper, Viktor was already mild this morning.

So instead of telling him you scorched a section of the desk, you found a metal sander and got to work. Not only were you smart you were crafty.

The only thing that sold you out was your lack of hiding the tools. Viktor had seen the sander and gave you a look.

“And that is for… what exactly?” He asked, a fragile hand gesturing to the electric sander.