[ jayce can get why, but that doesn't mean he could swallow it clean. frustrated and clearly objecting with his eyes flicking upward without actually saying it, he brings a closed fist over his mouth before unclenching, rubbing his palm across his face and letting his sigh run out deep.
have patience. have patience.
but jayce talis has hardly ever practiced such a thought. one second in and he shakes his head, voice flat and edged in the way jayce would get when his attempts at solving a problem on his own came out begrudgingly unsatisfying, in the way his fingers begin to tap on his wrist and his jaw goes square(r)— especially when he was supposed to be the fixer and things weren't fixing. the metal wasn't bending. ]
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have patience. have patience.
but jayce talis has hardly ever practiced such a thought. one second in and he shakes his head, voice flat and edged in the way jayce would get when his attempts at solving a problem on his own came out begrudgingly unsatisfying, in the way his fingers begin to tap on his wrist and his jaw goes square(r)— especially when he was supposed to be the fixer and things weren't fixing. the metal wasn't bending. ]
You picked a damn good time to be stubborn, Vik.