Ugh, he's not my friend either. You'll give him a big head if you call him that. [He pauses long enough to shoot a scathing look of warning in Viktor's direction, as if he might already be getting himself excited. It's irate enough to definitively rule out any "thing" happening between them; too much like a look of exasperation from a little brother to an older.] He's just—Viktor.

[He punctuates his mini-rant with a grumble, plunking himself down on a stool.]

I don't plan on falling again anyway.