[ Quite the To Do List. In spite of everything, that gets a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, maybe for the first time since he landed here (first time in god knows how long, even). It's followed quickly by curiosity, a little furrow at his brow, and something a little hopeful, too, when Viktor mentions having his own solution.
It's too easy, falling back into old habits like muscle memory.
But just as quickly, his expression falls again - and he implores with painfully earnest sincerity, as if Viktor said something so completely at odds with everything he knows: ]
Of course it does.
[ To him, it does. Again, he seems to catch himself doing something that maybe he shouldn't - being too much to this version of Viktor.
His traitorous stomach takes that moment to make a disgruntled noise.
Jayce takes that interruption to pick up the fork, contemplating the eggs on the plate, then the mug in Viktor's hand with a wearily judgmental frown. ]
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It's too easy, falling back into old habits like muscle memory.
But just as quickly, his expression falls again - and he implores with painfully earnest sincerity, as if Viktor said something so completely at odds with everything he knows: ]
Of course it does.
[ To him, it does. Again, he seems to catch himself doing something that maybe he shouldn't - being too much to this version of Viktor.
His traitorous stomach takes that moment to make a disgruntled noise.
Jayce takes that interruption to pick up the fork, contemplating the eggs on the plate, then the mug in Viktor's hand with a wearily judgmental frown. ]
Sweetmilk isn't breakfast.