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[hexcrafter]

[After the rain finally stopped, Viktor dared to poke his head out the door to ascertain the situation--admittedly strange though it was.]

Remarkable. Everything looks like a mess, of course, but the skies are clear. I told you everything would be fine.

[Closing the door again, Viktor took a step towards the kitchen.]

I'll start making breakfast, then we can see about taking down the window shutters at the very least. A little natural light would help all the plants I had to take inside.

[As soon as he'd stepped away, there was a peculiar thump out on the deck. Probably a fallen branch. But maybe worth investigating.]

[boyofprogress]

You did. [Jayce presses a kiss to Viktor's cheek as he joins him at the door to peek outside, and then Viktor's moving past him into the kitchen, and Jayce watches him with a disgustingly fond smile.] And you were right as always.

I'm glad we managed to get the plants inside, even if it made it a bit of a forest in here. I'll get the ladder back out after breakfast and we can de-shutter the windows. Are the plants living inside now?

[Though his question is cut off by the odd thump outside.] ... did you hear that?

[hexcrafter]

Hm, no, we can take them back out once we're sure it's cleared up. Seems a bit foolish to do everything at once and right away, just in case.

[Hands busy with the coffee machine, he glanced up for a second.]

Something likely just fell onto the deck or a railing gave out, possibly. Would you mind taking a look?

[boyofprogress]

Yeah that makes sense. [Though he's distracted, and sounds it, by the idea that something on their house might have fallen off due to the storm.

He steps outside to see what fell or fell apart and... pauses.] ... hey Viktor? Have you seen waveriders around the city, since you got here?

[hexcrafter]

...I'm sorry?

[Sure enough, trundling her way around the deck and sniffing around like a curious dog was an enormous waverider. Who squinted gigantic eyes at Jayce almost as if in suspicion. Who the hell are you, sir.]

Nnnno? Why?

[boyofprogress]

[Jayce waves a little, giving the waverider an awkward smile. Keeping an eye on it (him? her?) while he speaks over his shoulder to Viktor in the house.] Because there's a pretty big one exploring the deck.

Figured you'd want to know.

[hexcrafter]

What are you talking a...bout...

[Viktor came outside as he answered, immediately trailing off at the sight like he'd seen a ghost. The waverider perked up the moment she caught sight of him, tail waving around eagerly.]

That's not...possible... [Breathless with honest-to-Janna shock, Viktor stepped forward and carefully held a hand out, which the giant amphibian headbutted into with a loud contented trill.] ...Rio?

[boyofprogress]

You know each other? [Their friendship becomes more clear when the waverider's tail starts wagging and she comes over to great Viktor.

So Jayce hangs back a little, letting the two of them reunite and reconnect. Smiling at the shock but also joy in Viktor's expression.]

[hexcrafter]

[For a second, he didn't really seem to register Jayce had said anything; with a clattering of a dropped crutch Viktor ignored the ache in his leg and knelt down to put his arms around the wiggling waverider, who was very insistently nuzzling her enormous head against Viktor's. His breath hitched uncomfortably as he tried to speak, words coming out more than a little strained. Whatever he said first was nearly inaudible and in his own language, but sounded remarkably like an apology.]

...she's...an old friend of mine.

[boyofprogress]

[Jayce presses a hand to his mouth, feeling himself get choked up at watching this reunion. A little odd, but wonderful all the same. There is clearly a great affection between the two of them.]

Obviously, she's staying here.

[hexcrafter]

[He let out a soft, unsteady laugh, pulling back to pet a very contented Rio's head with one hand and quickly swipe the other over his eyes.]

That much was never in debate. [Looking back over his shoulder with a shaky smile.] I let you stay here, after all.

[boyofprogress]

Ha, ha. But fair point.

[He takes a step closer, curious, but not wanting to interrupt.] Her name is Rio, you said? Should I -- can I say hello?

[hexcrafter]

It's alright, she's harmless. [Picking up his cane, Viktor pulled himself back to his feet and gestured for Jayce to come closer.] Just try not to move too quickly and let her get used to you.

[Because she had settled for sitting beside Viktor and was currently back to squinting at Jayce suspiciously. Interloper.]

[hexcrafter]

[Viktor had always hated hospitals. It wasn't as if he was unaware of his worsening health or his failing body over the past years, the professional opinion of a doctor was hardly necessary to inform him of the obvious. Even the several surgeries over the years that left him with medical-grade steel in his leg and spine to hold up a useless frame were nothing but a temporary fix, another thing to detest about himself. But there was little choice now that his state itself was in some nebulous stasis; close monitoring was something even Viktor conceded was a necessity.]

[And as promised, for the sake of their collective peace of mind, he'd allowed Jayce to come with him this time--the whole affair one with deeply dismal results. An impossibly clear x-ray of a malformed leg and damaged spine full of metal, blood tests that came back positive for residual metals and chemicals, and scans of a respiratory system deeply damaged beyond repair. But, and the doctor they spoke to was careful to stress this part, there was not a single point of difference one way or the other between now and the months preceding. Impossibly, nothing had changed and nothing showed any signs of changing; frozen at a prognosis of several months that had already passed.]

[So, with all that said and done, they left together into the summer sunlight with a refreshed supply of painkillers and cough suppressants alongside...not quite optimism, but a lack of fatalism at the very least.]

I told you it was fine. Do you feel better about the issue now?

[boyofprogress]

Um. [Seeing his own leg smashed to pieces had been hard, but somehow this? Every detail of Viktor's broken body laid out so plainly for him, quite literally in black and white, somehow felt worse.

It reminds him of when the core had fused to Viktor, that flash of light where he saw Viktor's shattered spine. This, at least, has a more hopeful outcome. Probably.

What bothered him most was there was nothing to be done about it. Perhaps nothing Viktor would allow him to do, other than adjust his brace as needed.

The same as ever.]

I don't know. [It's honest, at least.]

[hexcrafter]

...Jayce?

[Viktor had gotten used to seeing with clarity what he already knew to be the case; a miserably failing frame barely held together, constantly betraying its own functions. But because he was so used to it, the reality no longer registered as something to worry about more than necessary. Nothing had changed, he was still alive--that was enough. The subsequent pain, he was more than used to living with.]

[Hesitantly, he reached out with the hand not on his crutch to take Jayce's own; uncertain and plainly confused about the reaction.]

What's wrong?

[boyofprogress]

I just never really could picture it in my head. What was going on underneath everything. I got a glimpse after the explosion, but I never --

Janna's mercy, Viktor. [His shoulders sag with the weight of his sigh and he slides his fingers between Viktor's to try and hold more of his hand]

This is what it's been like the whole time? And I never saw -- [He cuts himself off, because this is an argument they've had before. Viktor didn't want him to see.]

[hexcrafter]

... [He let their hands settle into place together, squeezing lightly.]

'The whole time' is a bit of an overstatement. It's worsened over the past few years, but such was to be expected. Most with similar conditions degenerate faster still.

[boyofprogress]

So you're lucky, is what you're saying. To only have gotten to this point. [He's trying to focus on his breathing, on the cool touch of Viktor's palm against his.]

The numbers aren't... good. But they're not getting worse, right now. [He's more talking to himself than to Viktor. Trying to solidify those facts into his brain.]

[hexcrafter]

That's exactly what I'm saying, yes. [Spoken in that simple matter-of-fact tone that was so incredibly Viktor even in the face of everything this was.]

Even a literal miracle was not going to make me anything resembling healthy. But apparently, it can do the next best thing.

[boyofprogress]

It's just not something I'd ever considered. I'd never thought of you as unhealthy. You've always just been... you. The most brilliant mind and generous soul I've ever met.

[hexcrafter]

...

[He wasn't quite sure how to answer something that legitimately touching, settling on gently squeezing Jayce's hand again in the silence that followed.]

I know, Jayce. But you might be the only person that has ever seen me like that.

[boyofprogress]

Can you believe me when I say that how others see you doesn't matter to me? All I care about, all I've ever cared about, is who you are when you're with me.

[hexcrafter]

I...don't know. Not because I think you are being dishonest--I know that is not the case. But more that I do not see the same value as you. The person you describe may be impossible to extricate from the miserable state of everything about me.

[His voice was as calm as ever, the only sign of frustration in the white-knuckled grip on the handle of his crutch.]

I can not find worth in something broken the way that you can.

[boyofprogress]

I can tell you every day, if that's what it takes. Fifty -- a hundred times a day, until you start to believe how wonderful you are.

[He presses a kiss to Viktor's temple, then stays there, nosing at his hair. Inhaling his scent and letting that ground him further.] You don't have to love yourself. I can love you enough for the both of us.