Jayce had a complicated relationship with anger. He didn't like feeling it, and he tried hard to keep a cool head, but when he let his negative emotions run wild, it usually ended in disaster.He tries to reign in his feelings, but sadness is somehow harder to keep at bay.
He met Viktor's eyes again when the man offered his hand, and reached out to touch it gently, his thumb brushing over the back of the hand and its knuckles, studying the valleys and ridges. He let curiosity and fascination win over worry for a few moments. For some reason, Jayce expected it to feel colder, more metallic, but it did move like Viktor's natural hand.
"It feels strong." He pressed the flat of his palm against Viktor's own, hands held up against each other, tilting his head to look at them. Viktor's mention of his zaunite's friend got Jace's focus back on him again.
"You also never told me his name." That alone was strange, if not suspicious, but now Jayce knew why. If he had learned back then what Viktor planned to do, Jayce would no doubt have had reservations. At the mention of the drug, something cold and unpleasant settled on Jayce's stomach. Nothing good ever came from Shimmer. "You could have died, Viktor. Suddently. You know what that thing does to people. How the addiction eats them from the inside out. And you used your blood? If this hadn't worked..."
He shifted his fingers so he could entwine them with Viktor's and gave his hand a squeeze, taking in a shaky breath. Viktor's health was bad enough that he probably thought he lost nothing by trying, and Jayce understood that. It didn't mean knowing all this was any less scary or upsetting, and his eyes remained a steady blue.
"At least it's not going to take all over your body," Jayce muttered, then frowned at his own words. "Unless...that's what you wanted? Could this have cured you completely? It seems like it comes at a high cost."
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He met Viktor's eyes again when the man offered his hand, and reached out to touch it gently, his thumb brushing over the back of the hand and its knuckles, studying the valleys and ridges. He let curiosity and fascination win over worry for a few moments. For some reason, Jayce expected it to feel colder, more metallic, but it did move like Viktor's natural hand.
"It feels strong." He pressed the flat of his palm against Viktor's own, hands held up against each other, tilting his head to look at them. Viktor's mention of his zaunite's friend got Jace's focus back on him again.
"You also never told me his name." That alone was strange, if not suspicious, but now Jayce knew why. If he had learned back then what Viktor planned to do, Jayce would no doubt have had reservations. At the mention of the drug, something cold and unpleasant settled on Jayce's stomach. Nothing good ever came from Shimmer. "You could have died, Viktor. Suddently. You know what that thing does to people. How the addiction eats them from the inside out. And you used your blood? If this hadn't worked..."
He shifted his fingers so he could entwine them with Viktor's and gave his hand a squeeze, taking in a shaky breath. Viktor's health was bad enough that he probably thought he lost nothing by trying, and Jayce understood that. It didn't mean knowing all this was any less scary or upsetting, and his eyes remained a steady blue.
"At least it's not going to take all over your body," Jayce muttered, then frowned at his own words. "Unless...that's what you wanted? Could this have cured you completely? It seems like it comes at a high cost."
Ah, if Jayce only knew the full story.