Viktor has always had problems sleeping, so it's not really that much of a surprise when you roll over and find him sitting on the edge of the bed. Head in his hands, his back towards you. The silence of the room is broken by one of his small sighs.

You, however, were always his small sliver of paradise. So when he feels your hands on his back he can't help but feel the tension lift from his limbs. Gently grabbing one of your hands and placing a soft kiss to the back of his before rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" His voice low, and soft. Always worried about your well being before he even stopped to think about his own.