That is definitely not the answer Viktor expected to what am I? Not spoken with such desperate and earnest relief. Then, even more to Viktor's surprise, he's hugged. Excitable as always, that's the Jayce he knows so well. Viktor's hand falls softly over the man's back as he notices bandages. Blood seeped through, meaning they were fresh. Having no sense of lost time, Viktor can only presume Jayce was also injured in the rocket blast. That he is so much in one piece does seem like a miracle.
As for the miracle that has saved Viktor...
"I was supposed to die," he states, sooner than Jayce can become concerned over him being cold. His fingers dig into the soft and uninjured portion of the man's back, holding him in place. He realizes he doesn't know his own strength, the feeling of touch... not gone, but altered. Emotions feel the same, but he cannot parse if that is purely from shock. What is the appropriate emotion for this scenario? There cannot be one, can there?
Sadness, regret, disgust...
His fingers are going to bruise Jayce if he doesn't ease up.
Anger.
His hand slips away, slumps at his side. The other remains clutching the crutch Jayce made for him so long ago. Viktor's cane... it had broken when they blocked the door with it. An apology gift, in the Talis colors, forged just for him. And it is ruined, just like that. Twisted beyond recognition, by mere proximity to Viktor. He pulls away from Jayce abruptly, wanting distance out of caution. Not wanting the same corruption to spread to the man embracing him so eagerly.
looks perfect tysm!
As for the miracle that has saved Viktor...
"I was supposed to die," he states, sooner than Jayce can become concerned over him being cold. His fingers dig into the soft and uninjured portion of the man's back, holding him in place. He realizes he doesn't know his own strength, the feeling of touch... not gone, but altered. Emotions feel the same, but he cannot parse if that is purely from shock. What is the appropriate emotion for this scenario? There cannot be one, can there?
Sadness, regret, disgust...
His fingers are going to bruise Jayce if he doesn't ease up.
Anger.
His hand slips away, slumps at his side. The other remains clutching the crutch Jayce made for him so long ago. Viktor's cane... it had broken when they blocked the door with it. An apology gift, in the Talis colors, forged just for him. And it is ruined, just like that. Twisted beyond recognition, by mere proximity to Viktor. He pulls away from Jayce abruptly, wanting distance out of caution. Not wanting the same corruption to spread to the man embracing him so eagerly.