jayce's brows lift, and his chapped, cracked lips spread in a knowing smile, dipping his head. during the occasional night where he'd been too lazy to go home, or even needed just a little wake up call— he'd use the damn safety shower when no one was looking. only viktor knew about it. with there sleepness nights of dreaming awake— it was fun.
viktor's hand does not leave him, and in turn, jayce's does not force him back. with his hand still on top of the other's, jayce's thumb begins to rub into the inside of viktor's palm. if he guides it away from his chest, it's only because he could cradle it better, this way.
not being plagued by the glotches in his system, jayce could only feel a massive calm in what he's doing. there are no reminders, no distractions.
he's so weak for him. ]
Still have the soap lying around?
[ they practically lived here during a time. it was certainly the best years of his life. just him, viktor and the confines of this lab, full of dreams. who would've though— he only had that obsession because of viktor.
"that soap" should indeed be hidded somewhere in their drawers. ]
[There is no faster way to distract Viktor than to give him a problem to solve, even if the problem is as simple as locating a lost bar of soap. His brows knit together as he hums, then he glances back over his shoulder, as if he would see the missing item nestled somewhere amongst his papers and machine parts. Alas the bar of soap is nowhere in sight. (Although he now has to wonder how long that mug of coffee has been sitting there.)]
It is...probably were you left it last.
[Like all men of science, Jayce certainly has always had his own system of organization, which of course, isn't exactly complimentary to Viktor's. The two men may be on the same wavelength on many (most) things, but occasionally their paths diverge in instances such as this. Jayce is clearly use to having space, sprawl, while Viktor has unfortunately always had to keep things close at hand.
Although, that isn't to say though that Viktor hasn't learned, with time, how his partner thinks. He hums again, fingers twitching against this Jayce's hold as he turns even more back towards the chaos of their work with a discerning eye.]
Knowing you... [And Viktor does know him, even if this Jayce has the reek of the unfamiliar about him.] It's probably with whatever you went working on last.
[It takes him a moment to remember. It has been a few good weeks since Jayce has been a fixture in the lab, instead spending most of his time in the council or with...well doing who knows what else. Last he was here though...Viktor's eyes track to a familiar drawer...he had been putting extra, unused materials in that cabinet over there.]
Perhaps by the extra copper from the conductivity tests...I could check if...
[Jayce's hand gets an amused look. Whatever changes in the future, Jayce's need for touch certainly has not.]
[ 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.
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jayce's brows lift, and his chapped, cracked lips spread in a knowing smile, dipping his head. during the occasional night where he'd been too lazy to go home, or even needed just a little wake up call— he'd use the damn safety shower when no one was looking. only viktor knew about it. with there sleepness nights of dreaming awake— it was fun.
viktor's hand does not leave him, and in turn, jayce's does not force him back. with his hand still on top of the other's, jayce's thumb begins to rub into the inside of viktor's palm. if he guides it away from his chest, it's only because he could cradle it better, this way.
not being plagued by the glotches in his system, jayce could only feel a massive calm in what he's doing. there are no reminders, no distractions.
he's so weak for him. ]
Still have the soap lying around?
[ they practically lived here during a time. it was certainly the best years of his life. just him, viktor and the confines of this lab, full of dreams. who would've though— he only had that obsession because of viktor.
"that soap" should indeed be hidded somewhere in their drawers. ]
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It is...probably were you left it last.
[Like all men of science, Jayce certainly has always had his own system of organization, which of course, isn't exactly complimentary to Viktor's. The two men may be on the same wavelength on many (most) things, but occasionally their paths diverge in instances such as this. Jayce is clearly use to having space, sprawl, while Viktor has unfortunately always had to keep things close at hand.
Although, that isn't to say though that Viktor hasn't learned, with time, how his partner thinks. He hums again, fingers twitching against this Jayce's hold as he turns even more back towards the chaos of their work with a discerning eye.]
Knowing you... [And Viktor does know him, even if this Jayce has the reek of the unfamiliar about him.] It's probably with whatever you went working on last.
[It takes him a moment to remember. It has been a few good weeks since Jayce has been a fixture in the lab, instead spending most of his time in the council or with...well doing who knows what else. Last he was here though...Viktor's eyes track to a familiar drawer...he had been putting extra, unused materials in that cabinet over there.]
Perhaps by the extra copper from the conductivity tests...I could check if...
[Jayce's hand gets an amused look. Whatever changes in the future, Jayce's need for touch certainly has not.]
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—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. ]