( He finds himself pressing his hand over his breastbone, the admission surprisingly sweet. His fond smile and shake of his head, and the flower crown by extension, amuses more than anything else. )

He was so pure back that... fresh as a summer breeze through the Alps.

( Viktor, who the hell talks like that? (He does.) )

Such a sweet young boy, and now, such a sexy man.

( The fact he says this completely straight faced and without anything salacious whatsoever is probably a great indication of how Viktor fit Chris into his life as his best lil skater buddy over the last oh, near ten years. Chris was always there, always following in after Viktor. Always game to be swimming at dark in the winter in water cold enough to give everyone a case of the significant shivers. )