[ It's so tender compared to the hurried passion of earlier, and Viktor finds that he welcomes both equally. Having Jayce's large hand nearly covering his own, he rotates his hand in the grasp so they can slot their fingers together. Viktor never really pegged himself to be one for such little signs of affection, but it feels as natural as breathing with Jayce. ]
So are yours. [ A beat. ] Do you have a mirror? We should see if we're able to see our own eye colors. [ It's an attempt to put science into practice when the situation feels more magical than anything that can be quantified. ]
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So are yours. [ A beat. ] Do you have a mirror? We should see if we're able to see our own eye colors. [ It's an attempt to put science into practice when the situation feels more magical than anything that can be quantified. ]