[ Jayce holds onto Viktor. He reminds himself of a couple of a very important thing: Viktor is real, and he's truly here. His tightens his arms around Viktor's shoulders, finding the most comfort even in the touch. His head is spinning - a push and pull of voices, but he centers himself on Viktor and is kept from floating away by his voice, his touch, his everything.
So much so that he doesn't notice the metal immediately. Instead, he takes in Viktor's apology. Why is he apologizing? He's not responsible for this. He just wants to hold him close and stay like that. He wants to be swept up in Viktor's being. ]
You're — don't. You shouldn't be apologizing. [ Jayce never saw Viktor as weak. And if he were, he didn't die because of Viktor. He died explicitly because he didn't want to see Viktor get killed or hurt. Not again. He had told Mel that it should have been him under the rubble. That was why Jayce made sure it would be him. It's why he kept Viktor safe.
He pulls away, shifting to take Viktor's hand in his when he notices it, and his eyes jump up to Viktor's face. He's looking for an answer. Anything. Something. He needs to k now that despite this change this is the real thing. ]
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So much so that he doesn't notice the metal immediately. Instead, he takes in Viktor's apology. Why is he apologizing? He's not responsible for this. He just wants to hold him close and stay like that. He wants to be swept up in Viktor's being. ]
You're — don't. You shouldn't be apologizing. [ Jayce never saw Viktor as weak. And if he were, he didn't die because of Viktor. He died explicitly because he didn't want to see Viktor get killed or hurt. Not again. He had told Mel that it should have been him under the rubble. That was why Jayce made sure it would be him. It's why he kept Viktor safe.
He pulls away, shifting to take Viktor's hand in his when he notices it, and his eyes jump up to Viktor's face. He's looking for an answer. Anything. Something. He needs to k now that despite this change this is the real thing. ]