Viktor reclines, eyes sliding closed and all air in his lungs leaving in a slow exhale. He's not relaxed, and doesn't think he will be, not fully, but this is a start. He's also in no rush to actually get clean--they'll get to it in a moment. For now, all he wants is to simply be with Jayce and feel his closeness. It's no surprise that Jayce feels similarly.

He can read between the lines, and know what isn't being said. There's a waver in Jayce's voice that gives it all away, and Viktor wishes he could be more reassuring. Instead, he leans into the touch, then forward a little bit when Jayce starts to rub his shoulders. After a moment, he finally speaks up.

"Promise that you'll let me take care of you, next." It's easy to indulge in all this--a little harder to get Jayce to accept help, in turn.