[The response is such an interruption upon Viktor's stormy thoughts. His worries for Jayce are so consuming and then the man speaks so softly to him. Not in complaint or grit tooth pain, but with affection. With praise and compliment, despite everything Viktor's done...
He wobbles his head lightly in place, before cracking the slightest smile. Careful with each step as he heads them both towards the Convoy, knowing that this is the easiest way to get Jayce their safely. Throwing him into a truck would only be a bumpy ride and Viktor won't let the man leave his arms for that long, not even as far as a passenger side seat. Time and patience in walking to their destination, together.
Viktor offers back,]
Even though I'm a mess. [not a question, just a statement, in a bit of a sing-songy way he got when teasing Jayce a bit. At least you didn't throw up type tone.
He is Jayce's mess and the man is his. There's no separating them, now.]
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He wobbles his head lightly in place, before cracking the slightest smile. Careful with each step as he heads them both towards the Convoy, knowing that this is the easiest way to get Jayce their safely. Throwing him into a truck would only be a bumpy ride and Viktor won't let the man leave his arms for that long, not even as far as a passenger side seat. Time and patience in walking to their destination, together.
Viktor offers back,]
Even though I'm a mess. [not a question, just a statement, in a bit of a sing-songy way he got when teasing Jayce a bit. At least you didn't throw up type tone.
He is Jayce's mess and the man is his. There's no separating them, now.]