Viktor reaches up to put his free hand on Ferin's shoulder as he drags himself forward at a snail's pace. He spends the rest of the trip in silence, his legs feeling like they're made of lead, like he's trudging through deep snow. His body has several many warning lights on- head, bladder, stomach, joints, everything needs attention. The minutes drag on, and he almost starts to regret saying no to being carried, because at least it would be faster. As it is, he just focuses on the thought of his bed at home.

Finally, when they reach his door, he stops and points to it.

"This is my place. Thank you for your assistance, Ferin." He pulls his keys out of his pocket and slots them into the lock, hands still deft despite the state of the rest of him. Once unlocked, he turns back to the taller man.

"It was nice meeting you."