He sees the gesture -- but also sees the way Viktor pulls it back. Something habitual, maybe? A reflex? "Oh sorry, did I hit you in a bad spot?" He winces in sympathy and sits in his own chair, which he pulls over to be closer to Viktor.

"Two inches, got it," he acknowledges, starting in on his lunch. And then the rest of the comment sinks in and Jayce blinks in surprise. "You made it?" he asks around his half chewed bite of sandwich before swallowing and holding his hand out. "Can I see it? That's really impressive, Vik."