[Viktor will wait in the tub a while longer, letting the cold water wash over him and clear his mind some. This is all- so much. Being taken to this place, reckoning with the idea he dies even sooner than diagnosed, that Jayce uses the Hexcore to save him somehow- that the man loves him too much to let him go-
Too much to comprehend and parse all at once. Viktor shuts the water off, Jayce having made his way out and begun drying himself. The offered towel is taken and he remains in the foot of the bath to pull it around his shoulders. He runs it through his hair first off, not wanting to drip all over his back and collar once he pats those down. Best to do that delicately and not multiple times, with the runes dug into him now stingingly clean.
He scoots back so he can stretch his hexcorified leg out long and shake it. Extra water comes out. Bizarre. What is the space even like in there? Viktor's scientific mind considers if he could do a self dissection- How Jayce would protest that kind of idea. He'll be keeping that to himself.
At the mention of clothes, he looks relieved.]
Anything clean will feel nice. Thank you, Jayce. [to have to crawl back into filthy clothes would really undercut the purpose of the bath. He'd probably just go to sleep naked if that were his only other option, though Viktor can grasp how awkward that would be.
It's already going to be awkward. He's just too tired to care about it. He hopes Jayce can stand him being so selfishly dismissive of said atmosphere between them. Viktor will finally crawl himself up onto the ledge of the tub and finish drying up, reaching for his back brace to consider. Probably shouldn't put it back on until morning, it's clearly been overused and left long lines of welts dug into his skin. Only slightly eased by the warm water, bright back to reddened brightness by the cold that followed. He's marked up like an assignment at the Academy about now, flaws and mistakes all highlighted with colored ink across the pale parchment of his skin.
He'll put on clothes if Jayce brings them to him, he's spacing out for the time being.]
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Too much to comprehend and parse all at once. Viktor shuts the water off, Jayce having made his way out and begun drying himself. The offered towel is taken and he remains in the foot of the bath to pull it around his shoulders. He runs it through his hair first off, not wanting to drip all over his back and collar once he pats those down. Best to do that delicately and not multiple times, with the runes dug into him now stingingly clean.
He scoots back so he can stretch his hexcorified leg out long and shake it. Extra water comes out. Bizarre. What is the space even like in there? Viktor's scientific mind considers if he could do a self dissection- How Jayce would protest that kind of idea. He'll be keeping that to himself.
At the mention of clothes, he looks relieved.]
Anything clean will feel nice. Thank you, Jayce. [to have to crawl back into filthy clothes would really undercut the purpose of the bath. He'd probably just go to sleep naked if that were his only other option, though Viktor can grasp how awkward that would be.
It's already going to be awkward. He's just too tired to care about it. He hopes Jayce can stand him being so selfishly dismissive of said atmosphere between them. Viktor will finally crawl himself up onto the ledge of the tub and finish drying up, reaching for his back brace to consider. Probably shouldn't put it back on until morning, it's clearly been overused and left long lines of welts dug into his skin. Only slightly eased by the warm water, bright back to reddened brightness by the cold that followed. He's marked up like an assignment at the Academy about now, flaws and mistakes all highlighted with colored ink across the pale parchment of his skin.
He'll put on clothes if Jayce brings them to him, he's spacing out for the time being.]