[ jayce's pause is uncomfortably protracted. his first thought twinges heartache and sultry anger at himself; just the sheer idiocy of attempting the impossible feat of pleasing everyone, and letting them sculpt him made him think— how could I have been so stupid? every single time.
he breathes in; it makes his lungs sound like a hollow cavern. he wants to address the errors— but they'll have plenty of time to do it. the twinge in his brows, despite looking up at the close, metal ceiling, shows objection. but viktor is asking him something that makes the soles of his feet freeze.
it's still fresh. he hasn't told anyone because he hasn't seen a single living soul to. that, and— he doesn't think he could. a man once so open with his feelings now felt reserved about expressing them. if anyone else were to ask, he would deflect.
not viktor. he trusts viktor. he feels— understood, seen. he's the only one who ever did. ]
I, [ it is difficult, but he proceeds, saying only enough. ] fell down a ravine.
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he breathes in; it makes his lungs sound like a hollow cavern. he wants to address the errors— but they'll have plenty of time to do it. the twinge in his brows, despite looking up at the close, metal ceiling, shows objection. but viktor is asking him something that makes the soles of his feet freeze.
it's still fresh. he hasn't told anyone because he hasn't seen a single living soul to. that, and— he doesn't think he could. a man once so open with his feelings now felt reserved about expressing them. if anyone else were to ask, he would deflect.
not viktor. he trusts viktor. he feels— understood, seen. he's the only one who ever did. ]
I, [ it is difficult, but he proceeds, saying only enough. ] fell down a ravine.