Viktor honestly didn't know what Allison wanted, didn't want to think about it. She made it clear time and time again recently, that if something hurt him, either incidentally or on purpose, that would always be her first option, and the part of him that hated himself couldn't blame her for it either.
It was true that neither of them knew what the outcome of this plan would be. A fight against an unknown enemy, powerful and fast enough to cause serious harm to Diego. It wasn't a proposition that he was really looking forward to, but it was the first time in what felt like forever, that he could fight alongside his siblings, instead of against them.
Though, Viktor wasn't confident that Allison herself would sign onto the plan if he did. "I think...Allison would do anything to get Clare back, including agreeing to anything Dad suggests." He wasn't really their dad in this universe, but there was too much similarity to deny the title. But what did he want?
Harlan was gone, Sissy dead waiting for him to come back and he had betrayed her. Was it selfish of him to hope that there would be another world where he could go back to her? That she would forgive him for leaving? The heartbreak threatened to rip him up inside anew and he glanced at the bottle Five was holding but still made no move for it.
For the first time, he had to move beyond seeing his family as the enemy, as people who have hurt him, and step up to the plate. To stand beside them, even if not all of them wanted him there. That's what family meant. He puts a hand on Five's shoulder and squeezes reassuringly. "I don't know about the others, Five, but I'll be there with you."
allison would do anything for her family. it's just a shame it's the one that doesn't involve her actual siblings but her daughter. five understands it. wants his sister to be happy. but the price of everyone for a single person is a math he cannot compute.
he takes another drink before passing the bottle to viktor. he hasn't failed to notice the looks. they both could do with it. they're both the monsters in the story their family tells. viktor is the bomb and five the fuse.
the touch draws his attention immediately. be it years of touch starvation or the only touch being an attack but he can never fully accept a touch without making sure of intentions. viktor's seem pure. "as i will for you, viktor. we need to stick together."
Viktor looks embarrassed when Five passes him the bottle, his brother sharing something with him hadn't happened in decades, and he's briefly flummoxed but accepts it with a smile. He remembers briefly what Five told him once about not throwing away anything for a single person; in that sense maybe Allison and himself aren't so different. He takes a drink, breathing out after swallowing at the strength of the alcohol.
Knowing they should probably head out to talk to one of their brothers, but he hadn't seen Klaus around, and the thought of talking Luther into this turned his stomach into a knot. Viktor knew that if they were to band together as a team, he would have to, but he wasn't keen on being the one to do it. Would it be better if it was both him and Five?
He takes another sip from the bottle, before graciously handing it back to Five. Part of him just wants to stay in this moment, it was a rarity with their family, especially with Five. His brother has been gone so long, and he can hardly remember the boy he used to be.
"Are you hungry, Five?" Viktor suddenly asked him, partially out of concern for his well being, and knowing that they both needed to before drinking too much.
If they were going to keep drinking, might as well eat. Doubly so if they were going to make a plan to talk to their irascible siblings.
