[The confidence with which Jayce initiates the embrace and even go so far as to kiss him is a rush of pain and relief all at once. Brought back to reality, everything feels more raw, and the advantage of this body--its dulled emotions--matters little when said emotions are so severely acute.
He cannot ask for forgiveness, not when he knows Jayce has already given it, unconditionally. He doesn't know how to move forward from here, only knows how to wrap his arms around Jayce's waist, keeping him close as if that's going to make everything hurt less.]
I don't deserve you.
[He says, as if that's going to somehow dissuade Jayce. The one thing he's always been best at is helping others believe in his impossible dream. Viktor desperately wants to believe it it now, even if that dream has been reduced to simple survival. He tilts his head, presses it into the curve of Jayce's shoulder.]
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He cannot ask for forgiveness, not when he knows Jayce has already given it, unconditionally. He doesn't know how to move forward from here, only knows how to wrap his arms around Jayce's waist, keeping him close as if that's going to make everything hurt less.]
I don't deserve you.
[He says, as if that's going to somehow dissuade Jayce. The one thing he's always been best at is helping others believe in his impossible dream. Viktor desperately wants to believe it it now, even if that dream has been reduced to simple survival. He tilts his head, presses it into the curve of Jayce's shoulder.]
Wherever you go, I will follow.