[A fraction of a smile, and then gone just as quickly.
Viktor isn't much for... touching people. Willingly. On purpose. But to spurn holding hands in this delicate moment seems too cruel. Viktor takes Bruno's hand. Gloved as it is, Bruno can probably feel a strange thrum, the smallest sort of vibration pulse under the leather.]
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[A fraction of a smile, and then gone just as quickly.
Viktor isn't much for... touching people. Willingly. On purpose. But to spurn holding hands in this delicate moment seems too cruel. Viktor takes Bruno's hand. Gloved as it is, Bruno can probably feel a strange thrum, the smallest sort of vibration pulse under the leather.]
Time waits for no one.