[ jayce falters for only a second but can't seem to say "no". it's his personal book, a few journal entries of his feelings are scribbled on tops of some pages, which briefly makes jayce's chest sink. some of it was personal and a bit dark, but— that can easily be overlooked by charming sketches and crude blueprints, right? he relaxes his shoulders when he realizes viktor's interest: formulas. the biomechanical, scientific part of his work, that's quite separated from his emotional ponderings.
he exhales a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and bends to pick up the lamp on the floor to shine more light between them. viktor gets it. he's following. he feels a little fidgety all of a sudden, and then—
something pangs his deepest thoughts and unceremoniously rocks his core. something so simple and silly, that he could either take offense to, find annoying or explain, and yet. he's searching his mind now that it's been touched. his brows crease and he blinks as if he were flinching, because . . . where has he heard those words before?
he tries hard, but he cannot seem to find it. he's also been staring for too long without saying a single word, enough to make even jayce feel mildly embarrassed. ]
—Uh, [ he starts, diverts his gaze to the shoes hanging from his fingers now, ] It's— It's for ownership. [ that's it. [ I believe in the idea.
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he exhales a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and bends to pick up the lamp on the floor to shine more light between them. viktor gets it. he's following. he feels a little fidgety all of a sudden, and then—
something pangs his deepest thoughts and unceremoniously rocks his core. something so simple and silly, that he could either take offense to, find annoying or explain, and yet. he's searching his mind now that it's been touched. his brows crease and he blinks as if he were flinching, because . . . where has he heard those words before?
he tries hard, but he cannot seem to find it. he's also been staring for too long without saying a single word, enough to make even jayce feel mildly embarrassed. ]
—Uh, [ he starts, diverts his gaze to the shoes hanging from his fingers now, ] It's— It's for ownership. [ that's it. [ I believe in the idea.