Jayce smiles weakly, knowing that's something of an inside joke with them, about how likely he is to thank Viktor for things. His attention moves to the glass and with a groan Jayce pushes himself back to his feet. He wavers a little, but he is going to be sore no matter what he does. He knows demanding the glove back won't be a good idea until Viktor offers it or allows it, and instead he looks at the fake Viktor on the other side.

He puts a hand reassuring on his partner's back, a silent gesture meant to comfort. He knows how shaky he gets every time he sees that child looking at him. It has led to a lot of agony lately. Whatever they're both haunted by, it is nothing they can't handle together. If he was holding the glove, it would be the child looking at them now.

"It's going to be trapped within this, that much is obvious. But are they going to destroy it, or keep it?" That is said a little more quietly, for Viktor's ears alone. Still trying to distract him, in a different way.