From watching Viktor trying to catch his own inventions when he was little, along with bugs like butterflies and moths; falling when he went too fast; to now seeing him struggling down the hall to reach the lab impossibly faster, it's like nothing had changed.

You met him at the door of the lab, opening your mouth to say something but he quickly spoke first.

"I-I've got an idea!"

He panted, seemingly in pain from his leg, the way he would wince on his cane yet still stubbornly try and use his right leg to move faster with the knowledge that it could cause more pain in his leg for the rest of the day.

Viktor was pulled into his chair by his brain, sat uncomfortably, forcing himself to go faster while he scrambled on his desk for paper or his notebook, setting his pain aside; but once he had his idea down, he winced silently and laid his hand on his metal brace on his leg. It felt so much worse today, was it because he pushed himself... most likely.