[Viktor keeps it brief on purpose, knowing full well that any lingering, especially this close, could end with one or both of them doing something they might regret (well, something he might regret--he's pretty sure Jayce wouldn't regret it. All the more reason not to). The face Jayce makes at his touch is proof enough of that, so he puts some distance between them, still managing to roll his eyes when Jayce doubles down.]
If you say so.
[He's not overheating--it's hard enough for him to maintain temperature on good days, but he understands that Jayce both needs a moment to close up, and to process all this, probably. They seem to have reached some kind of momentary understanding, so Viktor feels a little better about going outside to wait. He can be patient.
When Jayce emerges, Viktor is waiting for him, seated on a bench outside the shop. He reaches for his crutch, but doesn't move to stand, just in case Jayce wants to continue the conversation here. When he opens with an apology, Viktor lets out a sigh and shakes his head.]
I don't want you to apologize for having feelings, Jayce. What I told you was...it did not reflect well on me. [An understatement, really.] I was dishonest. You're allowed to be upset.
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Date: 2022-04-26 12:13 am (UTC)If you say so.
[He's not overheating--it's hard enough for him to maintain temperature on good days, but he understands that Jayce both needs a moment to close up, and to process all this, probably. They seem to have reached some kind of momentary understanding, so Viktor feels a little better about going outside to wait. He can be patient.
When Jayce emerges, Viktor is waiting for him, seated on a bench outside the shop. He reaches for his crutch, but doesn't move to stand, just in case Jayce wants to continue the conversation here. When he opens with an apology, Viktor lets out a sigh and shakes his head.]
I don't want you to apologize for having feelings, Jayce. What I told you was...it did not reflect well on me. [An understatement, really.] I was dishonest. You're allowed to be upset.