That hand is much larger than his.

Hm.

He rolls his eyes in an exaggerated fashion, that smile broadening just a little bit more. Jayce has such warmth. A natural light that Viktor had not seen in the mirror in years.

"All right, all right, it's a promise." He shifts a little against his cane, leaning a little to one side and wincing faintly. He is remembering, gradually, the other reason why he had replaced this cane.