[Now that he's more awake and looking around, he can see Jayce's efforts--breakfast, on a tray. Glasses of water and juice on the bedside table. He is being spoiled, and despite the fact that he thinks he likes it, Viktor also needs to resist indulging, at least a little. He doesn't want to make a habit of it.
He also doesn't want to disappoint Jayce, who is, as always, incredibly eager and incredibly earnest. Viktor sits up further, reaching for his crutch that he left leaning against the wall the previous night, within arm's reach. Before he stands fully, however, he leans back in and presses his lips to Jayce's, a nonverbal expression of thanks that he hopes says more than words can.]
I just want to go to the washroom. If you'd like to make me tea, you can.
[Meeting Jayce in the kitchen once he uses the bathroom and scrubs some of the sleep out of his eyes seems like an acceptable compromise. Viktor takes a few moments to himself once he's closed the door behind him, washing his face, wiping himself down with a damp cloth, coughing into the sink despite all efforts to keep it in. Better here than in the bedroom or otherwise in front of Jayce, he reasons, watching red swirl down the drain, a stark reminder that, despite everything that's happened over the last two days, they're still on a time limit.
He moves automatically after that, trying not to think about it and resolving to enjoy the morning, and all of Jayce's efforts. Viktor brushes his teeth, scrubbing the taste of blood out of his mouth. He pulls on a clean pair of boxer shorts, then finds Jayce in the kitchen.
Viktor doesn't say anything--he simply slides up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and letting his forehead come to rest at Jayce's back.]
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Date: 2022-06-28 03:40 am (UTC)[Now that he's more awake and looking around, he can see Jayce's efforts--breakfast, on a tray. Glasses of water and juice on the bedside table. He is being spoiled, and despite the fact that he thinks he likes it, Viktor also needs to resist indulging, at least a little. He doesn't want to make a habit of it.
He also doesn't want to disappoint Jayce, who is, as always, incredibly eager and incredibly earnest. Viktor sits up further, reaching for his crutch that he left leaning against the wall the previous night, within arm's reach. Before he stands fully, however, he leans back in and presses his lips to Jayce's, a nonverbal expression of thanks that he hopes says more than words can.]
I just want to go to the washroom. If you'd like to make me tea, you can.
[Meeting Jayce in the kitchen once he uses the bathroom and scrubs some of the sleep out of his eyes seems like an acceptable compromise. Viktor takes a few moments to himself once he's closed the door behind him, washing his face, wiping himself down with a damp cloth, coughing into the sink despite all efforts to keep it in. Better here than in the bedroom or otherwise in front of Jayce, he reasons, watching red swirl down the drain, a stark reminder that, despite everything that's happened over the last two days, they're still on a time limit.
He moves automatically after that, trying not to think about it and resolving to enjoy the morning, and all of Jayce's efforts. Viktor brushes his teeth, scrubbing the taste of blood out of his mouth. He pulls on a clean pair of boxer shorts, then finds Jayce in the kitchen.
Viktor doesn't say anything--he simply slides up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and letting his forehead come to rest at Jayce's back.]