[ he'll keep it in mind, be more direct, he'd rather not have viktor upset if he could help it. a quiet apology falls from his lips, to have made him feel that way earlier, even for a second. i'm sorry. his yearning is too big to fit in the cage of his ribs, right alongside his heart.
there was . . . too much to talk about. perhaps they could theorize together after everything is explained and straightened. they still needed to figure out a way back, to their designated timelines.
jayce levels himself with his elbows, rises when viktor does and keeps at the ready, with bated breath and a skittish reaction time that would promptly pull viktor by the waist and close the door if they must. nothing happens; instead, the dull light of the shield around them makes his eyes flinch from the brief brightness. too bright.
shortly afterwards, jayce's hexcore tainted limb rests his hand against his shoulder, only to reassure him: ]
I'll go get your cane.
[ the wait here is not exactly said, but nonverbally gestured with his hand out in a steadying motion as he slips away. it's the cane first. his hammer was secondary. jayce stiffly walks out to the blast sight, quite easily ignoring the heavy rod of his weapon in search of where the cane had been thrown. under some wheels, it seems . . . his braced leg trembles every time he puts his weight on it, the earlier rush making his wobble worse. every time, he squeezes his left hand into a fist, relaxing when he rests his body mass on his good leg. kneeling and bending is a slow way down, but he could still do it.
this is not the first time he's had to dig through wreckage to retrieve viktor's cane.
once he's managed, he has to use it to help him stand; his right leg was tired of carrying extra weight and his left protested— but he's surpassed limits far greater. he could do just about anything now, with viktor in mind. the tred back is slow to preserve himself, as well as still seemingly more cautious than he was curious. the hammer's hilt is hoisted halfway back, lifted to carry. his hair clings to his temples by the time he returns, allowing the hammer's head to connect to the ground and returning viktor's cane with both hands, brute yet undeniably gentle.
he'll sit himself on the back of the caravan for a moment. the first thing he needs to do is lift his injury off the ground, and maybe consider recalibrating the scraps. ]
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there was . . . too much to talk about. perhaps they could theorize together after everything is explained and straightened. they still needed to figure out a way back, to their designated timelines.
jayce levels himself with his elbows, rises when viktor does and keeps at the ready, with bated breath and a skittish reaction time that would promptly pull viktor by the waist and close the door if they must. nothing happens; instead, the dull light of the shield around them makes his eyes flinch from the brief brightness. too bright.
shortly afterwards, jayce's hexcore tainted limb rests his hand against his shoulder, only to reassure him: ]
I'll go get your cane.
[ the wait here is not exactly said, but nonverbally gestured with his hand out in a steadying motion as he slips away. it's the cane first. his hammer was secondary. jayce stiffly walks out to the blast sight, quite easily ignoring the heavy rod of his weapon in search of where the cane had been thrown. under some wheels, it seems . . . his braced leg trembles every time he puts his weight on it, the earlier rush making his wobble worse. every time, he squeezes his left hand into a fist, relaxing when he rests his body mass on his good leg. kneeling and bending is a slow way down, but he could still do it.
this is not the first time he's had to dig through wreckage to retrieve viktor's cane.
once he's managed, he has to use it to help him stand; his right leg was tired of carrying extra weight and his left protested— but he's surpassed limits far greater. he could do just about anything now, with viktor in mind. the tred back is slow to preserve himself, as well as still seemingly more cautious than he was curious. the hammer's hilt is hoisted halfway back, lifted to carry. his hair clings to his temples by the time he returns, allowing the hammer's head to connect to the ground and returning viktor's cane with both hands, brute yet undeniably gentle.
he'll sit himself on the back of the caravan for a moment. the first thing he needs to do is lift his injury off the ground, and maybe consider recalibrating the scraps. ]