[Viktor levels his gaze with Jayce's, sturdy and supportive. Don't spin out on him. Or maybe do, if another outburst of sobbing, overwrought emotion is what is needed. Viktor doesn't believe it is that, though, it's something... else. Something Jayce shouldn't be embracing with a meltdown.

His thumb pets through the course hairs of that beard a moment longer, before parting to give a light slap-slap to the fluff of it. Get it together.]

Leave it be for now. Can't do anything about a tattoo. [if it's inked onto him, that's that, Viktor isn't about to do anything gruesome to be rid of it.]

I need to clean up your leg. You think you can handle that without kicking me? [he doesn't think Jayce will kick him, it's just something to say to make Jayce huff and roll his eyes]