[ This is why Viktor has tried to avoid emotions and emotional situations all his life: he's bad at reading them. He had thought that Jayce would return the kiss, and then sure that he wanted nothing to do with him romantically, and now he has no idea where they stand somewhere in between. He would have kept going, but the hand on his shoulder... he's weak to that warmth, that strength.
Turning around, it's probably written all over his face the confusion he feels, the rejection that he'd perceived. But now he owes it to Jayce, whatever it may be that he's trying to show him or tell him. Perhaps he's smart enough to not have a row about this in the middle of the stables where someone else may see them—a kiss that was unwanted was best talked about in private. ]
Very well.
[ He hates how small his voice sounds in his own ears, but he has at least enough pride to stand tall as he walks in the direction of the tack room with Jayce. ]
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Turning around, it's probably written all over his face the confusion he feels, the rejection that he'd perceived. But now he owes it to Jayce, whatever it may be that he's trying to show him or tell him. Perhaps he's smart enough to not have a row about this in the middle of the stables where someone else may see them—a kiss that was unwanted was best talked about in private. ]
Very well.
[ He hates how small his voice sounds in his own ears, but he has at least enough pride to stand tall as he walks in the direction of the tack room with Jayce. ]