"We spent more time in the lab than we did in our beds. My apartment became unusually pristine because I was never there." He got a new one after his blew up and he got famous, and it was decent enough, but they really started cranking. It was only recently he bothered at all with space other than the lab, and he's not convinced it was ever a good idea.
This is connected because Jayce knows exactly what he wants to do now. Viktor said they could imagine anything. He smiles over at Viktor. "The first place we met." Jayce is a sentimental person and so when he focuses on the door and what he can imagine behind it, when he opens it, he steps right into his old apartment. No longer blown up, everything back in its place the last time he saw it. He still doesn't know what happened to it, but it was special to him, the first location that was really his.
And yeah, the first place they met. Jayce's hazel eyes move around with some wonder as he fills in the details of his memory, his former room with guitar and a ridiculous amount of books and notes intact, although none of them currently have details. He may have a sharp mind, but he can't remember everything from then, so most of them are blank, but they make it seem like the messy place of brilliance/madness it used to be.
Jayce steps into the main room where the chalkboard is, for now it too is blank as if it's a brand new start, and he laughs, running his fingers along it. The terrace is intact and the space feels as warm and lived-in as it once was.
"Now all you have to do is arrest me to really take us back." He teases.
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Date: 2022-04-01 11:44 pm (UTC)This is connected because Jayce knows exactly what he wants to do now. Viktor said they could imagine anything. He smiles over at Viktor. "The first place we met." Jayce is a sentimental person and so when he focuses on the door and what he can imagine behind it, when he opens it, he steps right into his old apartment. No longer blown up, everything back in its place the last time he saw it. He still doesn't know what happened to it, but it was special to him, the first location that was really his.
And yeah, the first place they met. Jayce's hazel eyes move around with some wonder as he fills in the details of his memory, his former room with guitar and a ridiculous amount of books and notes intact, although none of them currently have details. He may have a sharp mind, but he can't remember everything from then, so most of them are blank, but they make it seem like the messy place of brilliance/madness it used to be.
Jayce steps into the main room where the chalkboard is, for now it too is blank as if it's a brand new start, and he laughs, running his fingers along it. The terrace is intact and the space feels as warm and lived-in as it once was.
"Now all you have to do is arrest me to really take us back." He teases.