Engineous. [ He reaches down to brush his fingers over the top of the brace. The band around his thigh looks like it's in different colors, and he wishes he could see what Jayce had picked out; it's embarrassing having to ask, though. ] Have you considered titanium?

[ Looking at Jayce's arm, noting both the space and the consideration for bringing Viktor's cane along, he hesitates. Viktor has never been one for physical touch, growing up unused to it both due to his family's status (fancy people don't hug) and his disability (fancy people prefer not to touch broken things.) Neither of these are issues with Jayce, however, and he's been so thoughtful that Viktor thinks it would be alright to push it a little further.

He steps sideways and slides his arm through Jayce's, hand resting on his bicep. For a few moments, they're just two people walking arm-in-arm, both braces clinking in harmony with each step. ]

One reason I love horses is because I've always wondered how it would feel to run.

[ The words tumble out before Viktor can think to stop them, but Jayce has done such a kindness, and it feels right to repay him with a secret. ]