[ Viktor would admit to being a little irritated when he heard the shower start up -- they had science to do, damn it! -- but he quelled it shortly enough when he realized Jayce has probably been dying for one. Whatever he had been through, he clearly didn't have the time or resources to bathe. Viktor would have been crawling out of his skin in that same situation.
He'd tried to find the baggiest clothes he owned, and they still weren't big enough for Jayce, so a towel would have to do overnight.
Viktor barely sleeps that night. He's too busy staring up at the ceiling, thoughts going in a hundred different directions. What is he like in Jayce's timeline, a timeline where he'd stayed at the Academy and worked on world-changing technology? What the hell had happened to Jayce to make him scarred and filthy, a warzone? Is that what had gone wrong with this hextech he talked about? How is it possible to harness magic to traverse timelines? They'll need to build an encyclopedia of whatever runes Jayce can remember, and if they can figure out the correct combination--
Eventually, he does sleep. A little. When he wakes in the morning it's with the distinct sense that he'd only just closed his eyes for a minute, but that's nothing unusual for him. He hauls himself out of bed, showers, carefully creeps past a snoring Jayce (and tries not to stare because there is a handsome muscular nearly naked man on his couch), and starts breakfast. It's nothing special-- eggs and toast and sweetmilk, but Jayce has the hollow look of malnutrition to him, so he'll probably think anything sounds good. ]
Just past seven in the morning. I hope you managed to get some sleep. I certainly did not.
[ Viktor glances up from scrambling eggs, and eyes the discoloration on Jayce's collarbone. Jayce must trust him, to be so vulnerable around him. It's a bizarre thought. ]
What is the nature of our relationship in your timeline? [ He pauses, and then adds: ] I suppose you can wait until you have woken up a bit more to answer that.
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He'd tried to find the baggiest clothes he owned, and they still weren't big enough for Jayce, so a towel would have to do overnight.
Viktor barely sleeps that night. He's too busy staring up at the ceiling, thoughts going in a hundred different directions. What is he like in Jayce's timeline, a timeline where he'd stayed at the Academy and worked on world-changing technology? What the hell had happened to Jayce to make him scarred and filthy, a warzone? Is that what had gone wrong with this hextech he talked about? How is it possible to harness magic to traverse timelines? They'll need to build an encyclopedia of whatever runes Jayce can remember, and if they can figure out the correct combination--
Eventually, he does sleep. A little. When he wakes in the morning it's with the distinct sense that he'd only just closed his eyes for a minute, but that's nothing unusual for him. He hauls himself out of bed, showers, carefully creeps past a snoring Jayce (and tries not to stare because there is a handsome muscular nearly naked man on his couch), and starts breakfast. It's nothing special-- eggs and toast and sweetmilk, but Jayce has the hollow look of malnutrition to him, so he'll probably think anything sounds good. ]
Just past seven in the morning. I hope you managed to get some sleep. I certainly did not.
[ Viktor glances up from scrambling eggs, and eyes the discoloration on Jayce's collarbone. Jayce must trust him, to be so vulnerable around him. It's a bizarre thought. ]
What is the nature of our relationship in your timeline? [ He pauses, and then adds: ] I suppose you can wait until you have woken up a bit more to answer that.