Viktor walks into the lab as usual, well, less walking, more like shuffling on his crutch.

But this time, Vivien notices something new. Perched on the long bridge of his nose, along the slight curve upward before going right back down.

Glasses. Thin and small. Clearly just for work. But they made him look older, an age he likely wouldn't make it to. To be bleak.

Viktor sits at his desk with a thump, setting his cane aside for later use while he works. He pulls some papers from a stack and starts scribbling in tiny words. Hours pass and soon Vivien has an excuse to head near him and address the new glasses. So they duck behind him and clear their throat.

Viktor flinches and pushes his glasses back up his nose. Turning around with a hum "Yes? Something wrong?"