Victor offered a faltering smile in return. "If we find an excuse for me to visit you. I can't book us hotel rooms anymore," he pointed out. They had at least been publicly friends, so it wouldn't have been odd for someone to see Victor going into Fisk's flat once or twice, but it might raise an eyebrow if he did it too often. He doubted that Leo would have any interest in visiting him, in a house full of mourning family members, and probably while Victor's widow roused herself to the parlor to pour him tea and play hostess.
Fabulous set by Lady!