As though I wouldn't recalibrate your brace if you just asked. [It warms him from within, to be joking around with Viktor like this again. The fingers against his wrist are cool and comforting, and he's grateful for now that he didn't grab the arm with the rune. More time for him to figure out what to say.

But oh, Viktor's home is beautiful. Out on the water, surrounded by flowers. Surrounded by beauty, in a city like the one they'd dreamed about. It's what Viktor deserves.

Jayce runs his fingers over the stack of books, picking one up to turn it over. And the workstation. His heart aches so much it's threatening to break, and he wipes a gloved hand over his eyes.] You're still working, then? You found work, here, I mean.