[ there is a small problem— jayce has no idea where it was last. it's never in the same place, that much he remembers. when the council had taken priority, his stays in the lab would often drift to a bare minimum . . . and ended in a discarded, dry bar of soap somewhere. it makes his chest tighten, and his fingers press into the soft skin of the inside of viktor's hand as he thinks.
—oh.
jayce relinquishes his hold rather quickly once he catches the look, as if he'd been— caught. ]
—Right.
[ his apology goes unsaid, but not unseen. his hazel-golden eyes speak clearly before they divert. he's going to have . . . quite a bit to do, right? he has to remove his brace, before he could get to his clothes. maybe— he should get to work on that, and takes the liberty to pick up some tools and head to a vacant chair.
no subject
—oh.
jayce relinquishes his hold rather quickly once he catches the look, as if he'd been— caught. ]
—Right.
[ his apology goes unsaid, but not unseen. his hazel-golden eyes speak clearly before they divert. he's going to have . . . quite a bit to do, right? he has to remove his brace, before he could get to his clothes. maybe— he should get to work on that, and takes the liberty to pick up some tools and head to a vacant chair.
the air is strained, but it's not . . . bad. ]