[ It kills him to be the cause of Viktor's expression turning like that. For him to put this weight on his shoulders. It's necessary, he tells himself, even as it twists him up - and he has to resist the kneejerk urge to offer some kind of physical comfort, at least -
The slap of the journal slamming closed startles him - he shifts like he means to stop Viktor from pulling it away, managing to stop at the last second, as though it only made him flinch. He watches Viktor's gaze land on his wrist, and resists too the instinct to turn it over, hide the scarring around the shard as though Viktor hadn't already inspected it the night before.
His eyes flick from Viktor's averted gaze, to the journal again - and he carefully places his hand over the worn cover. ]
Two worlds, and this. [ That's not negotiable.
(it is the root cause of everything, really)
He tries to draw Viktor's eyes to meet his own, reaching with his other hand to touch his shoulder, tentatively. ]
no subject
The slap of the journal slamming closed startles him - he shifts like he means to stop Viktor from pulling it away, managing to stop at the last second, as though it only made him flinch. He watches Viktor's gaze land on his wrist, and resists too the instinct to turn it over, hide the scarring around the shard as though Viktor hadn't already inspected it the night before.
His eyes flick from Viktor's averted gaze, to the journal again - and he carefully places his hand over the worn cover. ]
Two worlds, and this. [ That's not negotiable.
(it is the root cause of everything, really)
He tries to draw Viktor's eyes to meet his own, reaching with his other hand to touch his shoulder, tentatively. ]
Thank you, for believing me.
[ For trusting him. ]