It's difficult to spend a day with injured and broken people, and surrounded by bodies as well, and not grasp onto the one thing you don't want to lose. There were a lot of people who lost their partners during the attack and afterward. Jayce is so grateful to have Viktor, to feel him warm and alive, to hear him breathe.

"Of course, love. You need to help wash my hair, you know how important it is to me." Jayce smiles and kisses his cheek again, resting his head against Viktor's for now. He is joking, although his hair is one of the things he's vainest about, so also, not entirely joking. He wants every piece of dust, grime, and possibly blood out of it, thanks.

Since Viktor didn't tell him to stop he takes that as permission and keeps massaging his shoulders. Jayce is very thorough at this and goes a little deeper, careful to hear for whether it's too painful so he can go gentle again. His hands are large enough to span most of Viktor's thin torso easily and he rubs down into his back.

"What did you do today?"