[Jayce looks rather embarrassed, remembering suddenly why they're here in the first place.] Oh -- gods, of course you are. Here I am rambling away at you. I need to run out and get a few things, but let's get you comfortable, first.
If you tell me where your sheets and things are, I can get your bed ready.
I'm trusting you on this. [He's trying to lighten to mood a little. A bit of silliness for the sake of some levity after the strain of the past few days.] But if I come back and you fainted again, I'm going to be extremely upset.
I worry the correct amount. I ran tests and gathered data, that's my conclusion. [There's a temptation to kiss Viktor somehow as he stands. On the cheek, or the forehead perhaps. He settles for passing a hand over his partner's hair, ruffling it lightly.]
Any requests, while I'm out? Not necessarily something you need, but something you might want.
I'll be back, then. With an overnight bag for me, sopita for you -- and Janna knows probably a bunch of other food. Her personal tea blend, certainly, that she won't even tell me how to make.
So remember! [He grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder.] I'm not spoiling you, my mom is. So you're obligated to accept it.
I will be here when you get back, and decidedly not on the floor.
[True to his word, however long it took Jayce to get back, Viktor would be found in his room--or rather, he'd find a pile of blankets in the vague shape of someone curled up underneath them in the characteristic way of feeling particularly unwell, back and leg braces lying across a nearby chair.]
[When Jayce returns, he brings with him his usual messenger bag, plus a small duffle with a few changes of clothes and some essentials. In his arms are two large paper grocery bags filled with containers of the promised sopita, a few tins of Ximena's powdered tea mix, and a variety of meals in small containers that are easy to reheat. Jayce didn't count, but he suspects there's enough food to last for almost two weeks.
Everything gets put away in the fridge, and Jayce's back gets set on the sofa to deal with later. When he peeks into Viktor's bedroom, he sees the blanket lump.] Hmm. Well, mysterious blanket pile, have you seen Viktor?
[There was a wordless mumble of affirmation, the blanket shifting like it was curling in on itself a little further. Probably a worse day than Viktor had been letting on, or one that had caught up to him.]
Hey... [He moves into the room a little, reaching out to touch what he's fairly certain is the top of Viktor's head.] I can make you tea, if you want it. And the doctor sent you home with some painkillers...
Oh -- hey, now. [Carefully, he sits on the edge of the bed, turning their hands a little so he can take Viktor's hand properly.] I shouldn't have put all that on you right now.
[Viktor emerged partially from the pile of blankets; hair a mess, pale and with eyes he would determinedly ignore were a little redder than they had been before Jayce left.]
I...am sorry to have made you worry so much about me.
I always worry. My mom says it makes my eyebrows wrinkle. [He wraps an arm around whatever part of Viktor has emerged from the blankets, nuzzling affectionately at his hair.]
I worry because this isn't something I know how to fix.
[He straightened up with some effort, only to end up curling against Jayce's side--a terrible idea in Viktor's own opinion, but something he badly needed right now.]
Maybe not. [Now that Viktor is closer, Jayce can wrap around him properly. There's a temptation to pull him into his lap, but he'd rather let Viktor make that decision for himself.]
But we can handle it. We can take things as they come.
[Viktor didn't say anything for a long moment, instead choosing to hide his face against Jayce's shoulder and wrap both arms around him like this was all he had left.]
You do not...have to do this. It's difficult, I'm difficult, there is no reason to trouble yourself so much.
Well then isn't it a good thing that I love a challenge? [He shifts the position of his arms a little, one staying around his waist and the other settling against his back so he can gently cradle the back of Viktor's head. Fingers toying aimlessly with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.]
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I think right now I am just...tired, Jayce.
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If you tell me where your sheets and things are, I can get your bed ready.
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Any requests, while I'm out? Not necessarily something you need, but something you might want.
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No, there is nothing I can think of.
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So remember! [He grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder.] I'm not spoiling you, my mom is. So you're obligated to accept it.
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[True to his word, however long it took Jayce to get back, Viktor would be found in his room--or rather, he'd find a pile of blankets in the vague shape of someone curled up underneath them in the characteristic way of feeling particularly unwell, back and leg braces lying across a nearby chair.]
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Everything gets put away in the fridge, and Jayce's back gets set on the sofa to deal with later. When he peeks into Viktor's bedroom, he sees the blanket lump.] Hmm. Well, mysterious blanket pile, have you seen Viktor?
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...sorry. If I made you think...that I didn't feel the same.
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[He squeezed Jayce's hand, just slightly.]
...do not want to hurt you. You deserve more than that.
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I would like it if you stayed here. Please.
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I...am sorry to have made you worry so much about me.
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I worry because this isn't something I know how to fix.
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I do not think there is any fixing it.
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But we can handle it. We can take things as they come.
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[Viktor didn't say anything for a long moment, instead choosing to hide his face against Jayce's shoulder and wrap both arms around him like this was all he had left.]
You do not...have to do this. It's difficult, I'm difficult, there is no reason to trouble yourself so much.
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It's not difficult for me. Not if it's you.
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I really...can not talk you out of this, can I?
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