[He almost stumbled at further unexpected contact; certainly not at risk of falling given Jayce's hold on him, but taking a second to make sure he still had his balance. This was bordering on unsettling--not because Viktor objected to the insistent touch, but because it was a lot even for Jayce of all people. True, he had wondered briefly now and again what his partner might do without him--what else he might develop, if he would stay on the Council rather than in the lab, what his life would look like without his partner to see it. And he had convinced himself it would not be much different--that Viktor would fade from memory in time.]
[...Maybe he had been wrong, or maybe the wound just had yet to heal and fade to forgotten scar tissue. Either way, he answered a little more decisively this time with a thin arm curling loosely around the other man's waist.]
If you really insist on stalling me to stand around this long, then once my back starts hurting I am going to make you recalibrate my brace in recompense.
[More dry remarks, underlined by something a little too fond to be taken seriously. Viktor pulled back with a hesitant but sincere smile--unsure exactly how to approach the situation, but not necessarily uncomfortable with it. Thin fingers curled around Jayce's wrist (like hell he could pull the other man anywhere, but it was enough to make sure they both knew the other was tangible and present) as he stepped onto the open deck of a boathouse, the exterior lined with several window boxes full of vibrant plantlife. Pale orange marigolds, reddish-pink valerian, deep purple hyacinth--all flourishing and well cared for. Viktor pushed open the door and led Jayce into what amounted to a small apartment. Comfortable for one, pushing the definition to its limits for two. But the interior was similar to Viktor's apartment in Piltover: a living area that was simplistic and yet not so utilitarian that it failed to prioritize comfort. A couch, a few chairs, a coffee table, all surrounded by the the diligently organized chaos of a scientist.]
[Now as then, he had gathered quite the collection of books (several of which were texts on 'electrical engineering', whatever the hell that was) and off to one side was a desk made into what was unmistakable as a workstation, covered in varying tools and notes--specifically, it looked like designs for a simple music box. Viktor shrugged off the bag of spare parts he'd been carrying, depositing it on that desk and moving to the kitchen only a few steps away.]
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[He almost stumbled at further unexpected contact; certainly not at risk of falling given Jayce's hold on him, but taking a second to make sure he still had his balance. This was bordering on unsettling--not because Viktor objected to the insistent touch, but because it was a lot even for Jayce of all people. True, he had wondered briefly now and again what his partner might do without him--what else he might develop, if he would stay on the Council rather than in the lab, what his life would look like without his partner to see it. And he had convinced himself it would not be much different--that Viktor would fade from memory in time.]
[...Maybe he had been wrong, or maybe the wound just had yet to heal and fade to forgotten scar tissue. Either way, he answered a little more decisively this time with a thin arm curling loosely around the other man's waist.]
If you really insist on stalling me to stand around this long, then once my back starts hurting I am going to make you recalibrate my brace in recompense.
[More dry remarks, underlined by something a little too fond to be taken seriously. Viktor pulled back with a hesitant but sincere smile--unsure exactly how to approach the situation, but not necessarily uncomfortable with it. Thin fingers curled around Jayce's wrist (like hell he could pull the other man anywhere, but it was enough to make sure they both knew the other was tangible and present) as he stepped onto the open deck of a boathouse, the exterior lined with several window boxes full of vibrant plantlife. Pale orange marigolds, reddish-pink valerian, deep purple hyacinth--all flourishing and well cared for. Viktor pushed open the door and led Jayce into what amounted to a small apartment. Comfortable for one, pushing the definition to its limits for two. But the interior was similar to Viktor's apartment in Piltover: a living area that was simplistic and yet not so utilitarian that it failed to prioritize comfort. A couch, a few chairs, a coffee table, all surrounded by the the diligently organized chaos of a scientist.]
[Now as then, he had gathered quite the collection of books (several of which were texts on 'electrical engineering', whatever the hell that was) and off to one side was a desk made into what was unmistakable as a workstation, covered in varying tools and notes--specifically, it looked like designs for a simple music box. Viktor shrugged off the bag of spare parts he'd been carrying, depositing it on that desk and moving to the kitchen only a few steps away.]