[Jayce slides his pinky finger toward Viktor's hand, this still-shy dance they do around each other. Viktor should know by now he has no problem doing whatever is asked of him.

... Except maybe this subject Viktor keeps approaching. He can pick up the pieces enough of what Viktor's implying, and Jayce frowns, a little bit of irritation in his brow as he pushes himself up on his elbows.]

We don't have to talk about it. We both did things we regret, can't we just... pretend it didn't happen? Move on?