[ Rolling the fig between his hands, absentmindedly fascinated by the translucent skin, he listens to Jayce dancing around the heart of the memory. He understands the desire to find something that could be fixed, a nail to be hammered or a bolt to be tightened. They were both problem solvers by nature, whether through careful study or trial-and-error, and Viktor knows how afloat he felt when he lacked a solution—or a problem. ]
You were restless. [ He gravitates closer again, pulled by invisible strings between them. So many times, Jayce had reassured him with a hand on his shoulder, and Viktor mirrors the motion now. Thin fingers dig into the static of Jayce's back, thumb brushing the edge of where a collarbone would be. ] What happened?
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You were restless. [ He gravitates closer again, pulled by invisible strings between them. So many times, Jayce had reassured him with a hand on his shoulder, and Viktor mirrors the motion now. Thin fingers dig into the static of Jayce's back, thumb brushing the edge of where a collarbone would be. ] What happened?