[Viktor does feel like a slumped pillar of melted wax about not. Still too rigid to offer much comfort, but a flickering light is worth something when placed up against so much darkness. He mutters, understanding Jayce's grief over how everything went. How they tried to do great and didn't even manage good. It would weigh on them both as long as they both had left to live. As it should. Absolving themselves of their illdoings would not save them.
Nor would lingering too long on past regrets and what-ifs...
Yet, Viktor humors that one for just a moment. It's a pleasing thought, they can indulge it only passingly,]
I wish the same, Jayce.
[some things just cannot be. Some events can't be rewritten. Viktor is leaned against and he sighs again. Tired and yet glad Jayce is with him. The hand he gestures with reaches back and pets the back of the other man's long hair. He's welcome to the touch. They're in this together, as always... as partners.]
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Nor would lingering too long on past regrets and what-ifs...
Yet, Viktor humors that one for just a moment. It's a pleasing thought, they can indulge it only passingly,]
I wish the same, Jayce.
[some things just cannot be. Some events can't be rewritten. Viktor is leaned against and he sighs again. Tired and yet glad Jayce is with him. The hand he gestures with reaches back and pets the back of the other man's long hair. He's welcome to the touch. They're in this together, as always... as partners.]