[ Viktor accepts his light touch, and that warmth returns to his expression again - the one that seems to momentarily lift some of the weight from his features, a fondness and deep familiarity that maybe he acknowledges shouldn't be earned, but radiates from Jayce undeniably.
(it is dangerously close to - and might just be - love)
The mention of getting him clothing seems to snap him back to attention, and awareness that he's been letting the blanket slip from his shoulders again. He releases Viktor's shoulder to cover himself up again, nodding and running a hand through his hair, eyeing all the items on the counter. ]
Yeah - I can try not to start any fires. Or, you know, clean up.
[ Clean up the sparse amount of dishes they used. The truth is - with food in his stomach and his poor sleep, he almost feels like he could pass out again. But he'll find something to occupy his time when Viktor goes, probably go through his notebook more thoroughly. ]
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(it is dangerously close to - and might just be - love)
The mention of getting him clothing seems to snap him back to attention, and awareness that he's been letting the blanket slip from his shoulders again. He releases Viktor's shoulder to cover himself up again, nodding and running a hand through his hair, eyeing all the items on the counter. ]
Yeah - I can try not to start any fires. Or, you know, clean up.
[ Clean up the sparse amount of dishes they used. The truth is - with food in his stomach and his poor sleep, he almost feels like he could pass out again. But he'll find something to occupy his time when Viktor goes, probably go through his notebook more thoroughly. ]