[He doesn't just mean the butterflies. He means Viktor. It feels like something just clicks in his brain- something he's known for a while, but the actualization of it as a thought in his brain just eluded him. He does think Viktor is... striking. He respects him immensely, he cares for him like he would a family member, he wants to only be in Viktor's praises. But those can be platonic feelings, ways he considered he would feel about a best friend. Admiring his partner's physical form... not in an envious way but in a covetous way. He's always been protective of Viktor- the world seemed like no one was intending on defending him, so he would, without question or second thought. But a thought occurs, as he sees Viktor even at one of his lowest points of physical health and he wonders- I want him.
It's an alien sort of thought for him. He doesn't think about people like this. He would never think this way of Mel- this sort of possessiveness- and he loves Mel. He is with Mel. So what... what does it mean? Why is it so hard for him to drag his eyes away from the slope of Viktor's nose, the slight pink on his cheeks visible in this bright sun.]
...this place.
[Is what Jayce weakly finishes his answer with. The pause was very long.]
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[He doesn't just mean the butterflies. He means Viktor. It feels like something just clicks in his brain- something he's known for a while, but the actualization of it as a thought in his brain just eluded him. He does think Viktor is... striking. He respects him immensely, he cares for him like he would a family member, he wants to only be in Viktor's praises. But those can be platonic feelings, ways he considered he would feel about a best friend. Admiring his partner's physical form... not in an envious way but in a covetous way. He's always been protective of Viktor- the world seemed like no one was intending on defending him, so he would, without question or second thought. But a thought occurs, as he sees Viktor even at one of his lowest points of physical health and he wonders- I want him.
It's an alien sort of thought for him. He doesn't think about people like this. He would never think this way of Mel- this sort of possessiveness- and he loves Mel. He is with Mel. So what... what does it mean? Why is it so hard for him to drag his eyes away from the slope of Viktor's nose, the slight pink on his cheeks visible in this bright sun.]
...this place.
[Is what Jayce weakly finishes his answer with. The pause was very long.]
Of course you'd find a new oasis.