No. [ The answer is immediate, tumbling out of his mouth before Jayce is even sure he's fully processed what Viktor said. Jayce wrinkles his nose once he does and shakes his head too. ] Anything else, maybe. But you'll still be Viktor to me.
[ Easily, Jayce melts into that embrace, breathing in and trying to force out the chill that's been sinking into his body every second since he came to on that bed. It's hitting him now what it reminds him of, old memories he doesn't want to think about, the dreary, sterile walls of hospitals, somewhere he's hated since his dad started to succumb to the black lung of a smith, the tall unscaleable walls that reminded him of what he couldn't change.
Jayce doesn't want to think about those things, so he just thinks about Viktor. He hasn't noticed that the crutch is different, the wrong shape, the wrong color, not until he's pulled back enough to see more than the fabric of his partner's shirt. Jayce steps in again, supporting him more like he doesn't trust it (he doesn't). ] Yeah, we'll look. If we're here, they must be. Right?
[ Hopefully they weren't the only ones who survived. Jayce thinks of Mel, of Cassandra, people he owed so much to. The least he could do is hope they made it out too. ]
Yeah? [ The pause bothers him. ] V? [ Jayce looks up, follows Viktor's gaze towards the nebula but he looks away just as quickly, not sure if he'd see the same thing he saw before or if he'd see something worse. ]
cw: talk about hospitals, chronic/terminal illness
[ Easily, Jayce melts into that embrace, breathing in and trying to force out the chill that's been sinking into his body every second since he came to on that bed. It's hitting him now what it reminds him of, old memories he doesn't want to think about, the dreary, sterile walls of hospitals, somewhere he's hated since his dad started to succumb to the black lung of a smith, the tall unscaleable walls that reminded him of what he couldn't change.
Jayce doesn't want to think about those things, so he just thinks about Viktor. He hasn't noticed that the crutch is different, the wrong shape, the wrong color, not until he's pulled back enough to see more than the fabric of his partner's shirt. Jayce steps in again, supporting him more like he doesn't trust it (he doesn't). ] Yeah, we'll look. If we're here, they must be. Right?
[ Hopefully they weren't the only ones who survived. Jayce thinks of Mel, of Cassandra, people he owed so much to. The least he could do is hope they made it out too. ]
Yeah? [ The pause bothers him. ] V? [ Jayce looks up, follows Viktor's gaze towards the nebula but he looks away just as quickly, not sure if he'd see the same thing he saw before or if he'd see something worse. ]
Yeah. Where to?