[ Keeping the notebook on the desk, feeling to guilty to pick it up properly, Viktor pages backward through its contents in slow, methodical fascination. It feels like looking through the rough drafts of Jayce's love letters, and when he hears the door open behind him, he's quick to withdraw his hand. They've shared notes before, but only ever about research or horses or technical designs—this felt like infringing on privacy.
He turns around in time to see a flash of clothing and a hand disappear into the bathroom. Having avoided the bed, he's also unaware of what had been on it and so is in for a surprise when Jayce returns clothed. It's for the best, really, that he hadn't turned around to see him standing there, mostly naked, glistening wet...
Clearing his throat before his imagination runs away from him, he paces away from the desk and continues to look at various items tucked in here and there. ]
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[ Keeping the notebook on the desk, feeling to guilty to pick it up properly, Viktor pages backward through its contents in slow, methodical fascination. It feels like looking through the rough drafts of Jayce's love letters, and when he hears the door open behind him, he's quick to withdraw his hand. They've shared notes before, but only ever about research or horses or technical designs—this felt like infringing on privacy.
He turns around in time to see a flash of clothing and a hand disappear into the bathroom. Having avoided the bed, he's also unaware of what had been on it and so is in for a surprise when Jayce returns clothed. It's for the best, really, that he hadn't turned around to see him standing there, mostly naked, glistening wet...
Clearing his throat before his imagination runs away from him, he paces away from the desk and continues to look at various items tucked in here and there. ]