Jayce squints a little to try to bring the equation more into focus, but his gaze wanders to the hand writing the equation instead. Viktor's hands are so damned delicate. Everything about him is slender and lovely, and he could watch his hands work for hours. It's really unfair, and Jayce keeps staring at the lean lines of his body, thinking --

"I bet I could get my hands around his waist."

Uh. Oh no. That was definitely meant to be in his head, still. Was it out loud? Maybe Viktor won't notice. "I mean, sure. I feel great right now. What's your idea? What're we -- what's the project."