"I'm putting the water on to boil now."

The soft hissing of the kettle filled the room as Viktor and you sat in a comfortable silence, interrupted from time to time by his explanations on the tea-making process.

You loved tea. Viktor learned that pretty early on. And you had a particular way that you liked it prepared. Since he had learned how to make it himself, by watching you everyday, he insisted to do it for you.

Of course, he made sure to tell you what he was doing every step of the way, just so you could be sure that he was doing it properly and rush into the kitchen to shoot him a dirty look if he was doing it wrong.

"I'm putting it in the nice cup you like." A little hum left your lips, and Viktor smiled, feeling quite proud that he was doing something right.

A few moments later, the two cups were ready. One for him,  but most importantly, one for you. He brought it to the living room, to where you were comfortably curled up on the couch.

"Comfortable?" He murmured, passing you the cup and watching as your expression turned from a critical raised eyebrow to one of contentment. "It's good, isn't it?"