[ a beat in both thought and work; jayce's features, as much as his broad shoulders, seem to relax from (perhaps not so hidden) tension. a small curve finally straightens out the frown.
then maybe it's not what he thinks it is, to his immense relief, and that makes him feel a little silly. unless it was all wishful thinking? ]
I could rest easy, then. [ another bolt, a cog that needed a wrench; he positions his knees together and erects his back so that leaning over for a short period wouldn't kill his posture. he cups viktor's thigh on one side with a sideways containment of palm and fingers, screws the iron on the other with soft clicks from a gently pumping wrench. ] What is it?
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then maybe it's not what he thinks it is, to his immense relief, and that makes him feel a little silly. unless it was all wishful thinking? ]
I could rest easy, then. [ another bolt, a cog that needed a wrench; he positions his knees together and erects his back so that leaning over for a short period wouldn't kill his posture. he cups viktor's thigh on one side with a sideways containment of palm and fingers, screws the iron on the other with soft clicks from a gently pumping wrench. ] What is it?