[gods those fingers are distracting, and Jayce has to blink himself back into concentration when Viktor taps his shoulder.] Hm? Oh - [his grip shifts a little to pick up the crutch, too, before he brings them to the bedroom.
the crutch gets set as gently as possible near the bed and then, as though placing a work of art on a wall, Jayce lays Viktor out on the bed. he steps back, eyes roving greedily over the form in front of him, his gaze deeply admiring] Gods, Viktor, you are stunning.
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the crutch gets set as gently as possible near the bed and then, as though placing a work of art on a wall, Jayce lays Viktor out on the bed. he steps back, eyes roving greedily over the form in front of him, his gaze deeply admiring] Gods, Viktor, you are stunning.