Mm. Best friends, is it? Scientifically speaking, it's sound enough. I doubt we have to do any testing at all. [ Amused as he murmurs that as he watches Jayce...intently because this one is so much different than his futureself that it's a bit alarming. But he has missed it; he misses things that haven't come to pass either, but this is something that he will always regret not getting enough of. ] But you're right. Helping him will help others in the long run.
[ It will potentially help me, is the unspoken thought. But Jayce isn't wrong. Viktor isn't going to let his desperation guide him this time, though. He doesn't want to make that same mistake twice, even if his lungs ache and his body feels heavy. The pains are the same as they normally are, but they also feel that much overwhelming in the sense of time. He doesn't say anything to Jayce either, now wouldn't be the time for it anyway, but when was it ever? ]
Kirk, yes. We seem to have...come to a rather profound understanding of one another. [There are a lot of similarities that Viktor isn't happy to share, but is also grateful to know someone does. A conundrum if there ever was one, but he doesn't shy away from it as he normally would have.
Viktor's been staring at Jayce the entire time, and so when Jayce finally opens his eyes, he blushes and looks away immediately. Like being caught looking at the person you love and admire from far too close, only to have them look directly back and perceive you. His hands stutter at his sides as he fiddles with the fabric of the couch.
It's something so simple and yet so intimate that Viktor's heart drops into his stomach, and his breath catches in his lungs. He does want to run, flee, put space between himself and Jayce because he's not entirely sure he'll be able to keep up the charade and just come out and say what needs to be said. To quell the aching pain in his chest and finally be free of it. But he does not. Instead, he exhales and looks impossibly tired as he does so. ]
We can and we will. [ Maybe once Jayce is asleep, he will flee and curse his indecisiveness and want to tear his hair out for being so...pathetic. But he knows Jayce would never consider him as such. ]
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[ It will potentially help me, is the unspoken thought. But Jayce isn't wrong. Viktor isn't going to let his desperation guide him this time, though. He doesn't want to make that same mistake twice, even if his lungs ache and his body feels heavy. The pains are the same as they normally are, but they also feel that much overwhelming in the sense of time. He doesn't say anything to Jayce either, now wouldn't be the time for it anyway, but when was it ever? ]
Kirk, yes. We seem to have...come to a rather profound understanding of one another. [There are a lot of similarities that Viktor isn't happy to share, but is also grateful to know someone does. A conundrum if there ever was one, but he doesn't shy away from it as he normally would have.
Viktor's been staring at Jayce the entire time, and so when Jayce finally opens his eyes, he blushes and looks away immediately. Like being caught looking at the person you love and admire from far too close, only to have them look directly back and perceive you. His hands stutter at his sides as he fiddles with the fabric of the couch.
It's something so simple and yet so intimate that Viktor's heart drops into his stomach, and his breath catches in his lungs. He does want to run, flee, put space between himself and Jayce because he's not entirely sure he'll be able to keep up the charade and just come out and say what needs to be said. To quell the aching pain in his chest and finally be free of it. But he does not. Instead, he exhales and looks impossibly tired as he does so. ]
We can and we will. [ Maybe once Jayce is asleep, he will flee and curse his indecisiveness and want to tear his hair out for being so...pathetic. But he knows Jayce would never consider him as such. ]