Inanna answers the door in a few steps, smile on his face that firms into a flatter line. He reaches for one of his warm coats hanging next to the door but leaves it there. Instead, he surges forward, quickly asks:

"May I?"

and wraps himself around Viktor, no matter that he's a few inches shorter.

"I have you. I have you. Come on in."

The outside doesn't spell it out. Inanna chews his lip but doesn't ask for an explanation yet.