Viktor was slumped in his usual chair in the lab, staring at you. You were both working late, Jayce had gone home. After 45 minutes, you got tired and dozed off with your head on his shoulder, and when you woke up, Viktor hadn't moved an inch. You laughed as you got up, brushing off the experience as a funny mistake, and you got ready to leave for home.

His cheeks were flushed pink, and he suddenly felt an overwhelming need to be close to you, to be near enough to talk to you... touch you... hold you... Something odd was going on inside Viktor's head.

And his heart.