Yakov011001
Archetype of Steel
He was at a dilemma, truly he was. Victor™ wanted to wake Nikkolaüs quickly, for his companions would be arriving soon; however, he was still not properly dressed. On the other hand, Victor™ knew that the poor lad had hardly slept a wink all week. Two hours each night was not very much at all. He'd been so obsessively absorbed in his work on several important projects, and after learning of this Felix Zion, he had immediately begun muttering to himself on plans to aid the lad in his endeavors. He only ever put more work on his shoulders, faster than he could ever get it done. He had cracked in the past, and having been there for him each time Victor™ had come to see the signs, and the signs were pointing to the breaking point. This was critical mass in terms of his stress load. This nap he was taking just barely pulled him back from his teetering on the edge. The worst of it all? Was that he would go home each day to an empty house, where no one would check on him. Maybe, if he still had someone to help him make sure he's taking care of himself, this would be much less of a problem. But it was a problem, and Victor™ didn't know how else to help him.