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[boyofprogress]

...
in all timelines
in all possibilities
only you can show me this
...

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[recursiveimpulse]

It's easier, anyway. To let the physical affection happen with Jayce, instead of railing against it. That's a good reason, too.

(His cheeks still burn deeper when his knuckles are kissed, all the same.)

"...Thank you. Really. For being someone I can...actually trust. I haven't had a lot of that, you know."

[boyofprogress]

"You're welcome, really."

Another long peal of thunder rumbles behind them, and Jayce clings a little more tightly to Viktor's hand, leaning a little more firmly against him. "I can't think of very many people I'd trust enough to spend a storm in a fort with. So thank you, for that."

[recursiveimpulse]

And...slowly, gingerly, Viktor's arm creeps around Jayce's shoulders, inviting him closer still for comfort. It's chilly anyway, and the other man is warm.

"Of course. I couldn't have just...ignored you like that. I know I have a reputation for being a little severe, but I'm not that cruel. Not to someone who has done nothing to harm me."

Viktor isn't sure Jayce COULD harm him, honestly.

[boyofprogress]

"Maybe you're a secret sweetheart, deep down." Oh -- there's an arm around his shoulders, and Jayce leans into it happily. Tucking himself up against Viktor. There's a brief hesitation, but he decides to allow himself the extra comfort and slip his arm around Viktor's waist, as well.

"I can't imagine why I'd ever want to do anything to harm you. So I guess you can keep being not-cruel to me."

[recursiveimpulse]

"I don't mean for it to be a secret in the first place."

It's...nice, being tangled up like this. Jayce is huge, warm, solid - good balance against Viktor's small, chilly, delicate frame. He leans into him a little in return, his breath rattling softly as he relaxes.

"Good - then you understand. You can tell me...anything like this. If it matters to you, then it matters to me."

[boyofprogress]

"You know that goes both ways, right?"

It always amazes him, how well Viktor fits against him. All his angles slotting into place with Jayce's curves. Complimentary pieces. Even the slight wheeze of his lungs brings Jayce some strange comfort, because it means that at the very least Viktor is still breathing.

"There's nothing too small, or too big, for you to tell me."

[recursiveimpulse]

"I do. I do know that."

A soft chuckle, a shy smile, the splash of color across his cheeks.

"You have made it...very clear that I can trust you. And I do. I trust you very much."

[boyofprogress]

There's another crackle of thunder behind them, and a flash of lightning briefly illuminates their little fort. Jayce closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

With Viktor this close, his scent surrounds Jayce in a way that blankets and comforts him. Anise, of course, and whatever soap he uses. He noses into his partner's hair and takes a few deep breaths like that.

"I'm okay," he finally says, quietly.

[recursiveimpulse]

Viktor doesn't mind Jayce leaning in. He's scared, and...well. It's still sort of novel, the turn this took.

"You are okay," he repeats, sliding a hand around to rub at the other man's back soothingly. "We are safe, warm, and dry right here. And the storm will pass before we know it. We just need to...eeeeeeeh, pass the time?"

[boyofprogress]

"You're right." The circles against his back help slow his breathing down again, and provides him with something to focus on that isn't the storm.

"Um -- I'm sorry, this is strange, but -- " He laughs a little, self deprecating. "The sound of your voice is honestly really helping."