[The bandaged hand. The ruined coat. The haunted desperation in every inch of Jayce's posture. All of this speaks to a particularly bleak future, perhaps one not even worth knowing before its time, but as a man of science, Viktor has to at least ponder it -- if not the reality, at least how one would get there. The possibilities of expanding Hextech intrigue him, even if he has yet to decide if they are worth pursuing.]
Professional curiosity demands that I ask you to.
[Even so, it seems as if the unfinished formula will remain that way for the time being: unfinished. Viktor makes no move to pick up the chalk nor to pass it over to Jayce. By sheer accident, he is also between his partner and the board, a situation he makes no move to rectify, even with the knowledge that Jayce could easily put him aside, should he so choose. Viktor probably only takes up half of that great width of shoulders, and Jayce has always been physical. One could blame growing up at the forge for that, (thankfully, Jayce wasn't fully indoctrinated into the upper crust of Piltover society from birth,) but Viktor suspects the other man is just built that way.]
But...
[The hand that covers his own is calloused, dirty, and injured, but it is still warm and quite a familiar comfort. If Jayce is expecting a recall, he instead gets a slender thumb brushed against the tips of his fingers]
I am also thinking that could wait.
[Speaking of time, it would seem this Jayce needs some -- to compose himself, to make himself once again into the confident man that Viktor knows all too well.]
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Professional curiosity demands that I ask you to.
[Even so, it seems as if the unfinished formula will remain that way for the time being: unfinished. Viktor makes no move to pick up the chalk nor to pass it over to Jayce. By sheer accident, he is also between his partner and the board, a situation he makes no move to rectify, even with the knowledge that Jayce could easily put him aside, should he so choose. Viktor probably only takes up half of that great width of shoulders, and Jayce has always been physical. One could blame growing up at the forge for that, (thankfully, Jayce wasn't fully indoctrinated into the upper crust of Piltover society from birth,) but Viktor suspects the other man is just built that way.]
But...
[The hand that covers his own is calloused, dirty, and injured, but it is still warm and quite a familiar comfort. If Jayce is expecting a recall, he instead gets a slender thumb brushed against the tips of his fingers]
I am also thinking that could wait.
[Speaking of time, it would seem this Jayce needs some -- to compose himself, to make himself once again into the confident man that Viktor knows all too well.]