The thing about the way Jayce looks at him is he never asks for anything in return. He doesn't search for the same thing coming from Viktor, he isn't disappointed when it never happens, it's simply honest, just like him. Jayce wears his heart on his sleeve and being open with his feelings is part of who he is. He looks at Viktor because he can't help himself, but he respectfully tries to stop when it goes too long. But he sees no reason to be sorry that he adores his best friend. There's nothing wrong about it in his eyes. It's sincere.
"Sorry," he grimaces, not as good at this right off the bat as he'd like. But sometimes they fail and figure things out as they go. It's part of the experimentation process. Mostly it is familiar. He's been in the forge off and on since childhood, the pumping of machinery, the heat and smell comfortable. This isn't that intricate once it gets started and he pushes away the memory he had last of here. Of the woman, Vi, showing up. There is no sign of that particular regret right now because it's conscious thought.
The heat disappears and it is manageable. Jayce smiles as he walks to the tools strung out on the tables. "My father would take me here. He wanted me to always know what it was to work." Jayce knows he is lucky, he was born into a successful household, but they did not linger in their privilege either. His father was one of those rare subjects Jayce didn't speak about often, compared to everything else he talked about off the cuff.
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Date: 2022-04-05 03:34 am (UTC)"Sorry," he grimaces, not as good at this right off the bat as he'd like. But sometimes they fail and figure things out as they go. It's part of the experimentation process. Mostly it is familiar. He's been in the forge off and on since childhood, the pumping of machinery, the heat and smell comfortable. This isn't that intricate once it gets started and he pushes away the memory he had last of here. Of the woman, Vi, showing up. There is no sign of that particular regret right now because it's conscious thought.
The heat disappears and it is manageable. Jayce smiles as he walks to the tools strung out on the tables. "My father would take me here. He wanted me to always know what it was to work." Jayce knows he is lucky, he was born into a successful household, but they did not linger in their privilege either. His father was one of those rare subjects Jayce didn't speak about often, compared to everything else he talked about off the cuff.