Viktor had pulled his bag into his lap, and was starting to reach inside, to begin to pull some other things out that he'd brought with him. Pausing, he looked up from the bag to her, "You didn't expect me? But I made such a blunder in the journals," he began, pulling out a box of assorted treats from Honeydukes. He extended it to her, looking rather grave, "I am a man of my word, Miss Jones. It would be a poor reflection of Durmstrang if I made empty promises."
He waited, unsure if he should pull out more of what he'd brought for her. It was really all on a whim, to get her these things; he knew in his heart, he was replacing some of his desire to share with his family or Hermione on this other girl. He wasn't quite sure how she would take it, but he knew that being trapped in a bed, wounded and healing was a dismal experience.
"I think that perhaps you should call me Viktor. It will make me feel more comfortable, as if we are friends. And I am here, Miss Jones, because I have no where else to be. My family is in Bulgaria. The only friend I would have contemplated spending the holidays with is....well, she is not available. And I have taken up too much of the hospitalises of my fellow workers, from the Ministry."
He paused, "Is it wrong, for me to be here? It seemed you needed cheering up, after your injuries," he said, making a small gesture at her with a finger, "I do have more," he said, raising the bag slightly and shaking it to indicate there were other items enclosed, "But I do not want to overwhelm you. I just remember how it was myself," he said and then stopped talking. He knew he was feeling this pang of isolation, to be talking so much to a girl he scarcely knew.