[ jayce shouldn't smile, and doesn't— but he huffs at the attempt anyway, quiet and soft. it was fine like this. an annoyed compliment or insult, he'd take it. at least . . . it didn't look like they'll separate. that viktor would leave.
it might be best to allow him the outlet rather than feeding into it. for now, jayce holds his tongue to keep any smart jokes to himself. not the time for anything to overshadow and belittle what he'd just said— which was very real. maybe some other time, when the air felt less awkward, and less strained. ]
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it might be best to allow him the outlet rather than feeding into it. for now, jayce holds his tongue to keep any smart jokes to himself. not the time for anything to overshadow and belittle what he'd just said— which was very real. maybe some other time, when the air felt less awkward, and less strained. ]
Want me to wash your hair?
[ he's in a good spot to do it. and, ah . . .