Viktor looks dazed, his eyes unfocused, as he gets a bit of tunnel-vision.

"No, no, I--" Gods, he doesn't want to be carried by a near-stranger in public, how humiliating. But he's pushed his body to its physical limit, and now his options are few. He sighs, rubbing his forehead for a moment, trying to collect himself and think more clearly. Once his vision clears a bit, he looks up at where they are.

"It's not far. Around the corner." Which is less than a block ahead. "Perhaps just... Some support in walking. If you don't mind." Something to hang onto, an arm to catch him if he blacks out.