[ jayce takes a longer time to respond. the breath he lets out with words is a quiet one, and he doesn't meet viktor's gaze. he only raises his shoulders, a brief question at his own whirling descriptions of what he was doing when he'd agreed to do what vi had proposed. ]
. . . Looking for something I could fix.
[ but he just made things worse. per usual. ]
Or to blame, or— [ he sighs out and takes the fruit, if only to occupy the scratching. he doesn't have it in him to take a bit, now, but the pressure between the spaces of his fingers quells the sizzling burn he leaves inside his dull-glow palms. he shakes his head as if no word could carry the weight in his chest. ] I don't know anymore.
no subject
. . . Looking for something I could fix.
[ but he just made things worse. per usual. ]
Or to blame, or— [ he sighs out and takes the fruit, if only to occupy the scratching. he doesn't have it in him to take a bit, now, but the pressure between the spaces of his fingers quells the sizzling burn he leaves inside his dull-glow palms. he shakes his head as if no word could carry the weight in his chest. ] I don't know anymore.