Viktor had his legs stretched on a couch in the living room, his hair messily fringed over his face. His eyes lazily followed a sitcom from the nineties that he and his mother used to watch.
He had zero plans to do anything remotely Hunter-related or 'adult' worthy today. Just kept replaying everything that happened with Ambrose before he and Devon left.
'Did I really overstep?' he questioned himself. 'For once I thought I was helping without making things worse. Instead of bringing nothing but chaos to his life.'
A bitter smile slowly curved his lips as he popped open his vodka soda. "I should've known better." Just when he gulped the drink, he heard tiny footsteps approaching.
"Uncle Viktor?" Orion tapped his shoulder from behind, forcing him to stretch his neck backwards. The kid had an innocent smile, eyes moving from his face to the vodka. "What are you drinking?"
