Viggo looks tired when Orlando gets to see his face properly, like someone who's been on the carousel too long for it to still hold the slightest degree of amusement.

Orlando's silenced by a look, although it tickles him to think Viggo might practice that look on Henry, sometimes. So many parallels can be drawn from that, and Orlando thinks every single one can be damned to hell, because Viggo's right here, in his house, helping him with his clothes and--

"Fuck, Orli, you're wasted," Viggo mutters this into Orlando's neck, his arms fighting to break Orlando's grip where his fingers are curled around Viggo's neck. Viggo's fingers lack even more conviction than his voice.