[ That something else in Viktor's eyes sets him on edge all over again. He's familiar with that look, he's experienced it twice with Jack now. Maybe, he thinks now, this was in Jath'ibaye's gaze too when they last met, beneath the shock and pain.
It's not just Viktor's expression, though. The moment he turns to look at him, Kyle clocks the change, he's too familiar with his strange, gold eyes not to notice how they're paler now, washed out almost to the same shade as his sclera. The effect is ghostly, and his body is tense for a second or two after Viktor leans against him. Kyle forces himself to relax. He lets himself put an arm around Viktor's shoulder, wanting to press his face against the top of his head, and just hold onto him for a little longer.
Instead, he asks in a quiet, level tone: ]
What happened?
[ He already knows some of what awaits one version of Viktor in the immediate future. ]
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It's not just Viktor's expression, though. The moment he turns to look at him, Kyle clocks the change, he's too familiar with his strange, gold eyes not to notice how they're paler now, washed out almost to the same shade as his sclera. The effect is ghostly, and his body is tense for a second or two after Viktor leans against him. Kyle forces himself to relax. He lets himself put an arm around Viktor's shoulder, wanting to press his face against the top of his head, and just hold onto him for a little longer.
Instead, he asks in a quiet, level tone: ]
What happened?
[ He already knows some of what awaits one version of Viktor in the immediate future. ]