( That comment about the value of his compliments earns Jayce a small smirk, almost more a fond smile than anything. He says nothing, quietly lets Jayce get the last word and final say on that.
That quietness carries on as he accuses Dean of being good, but in a way that's less wry and more... somber. It drives his eyes to dropping, settling on dust, pointed at the ground without really seeing it. The smile fades, nearly vanishes. The ghost of it that lingers feels more sad than not.
Even before the mark, he wouldn't necessarily believe that. Might put more effort into trying to internalize it, but now? He doesn't even bother.
If only you knew.
Maybe it's that, maybe it's guilt, maybe it's a quiet fondness for Jayce — whatever it is, something drives him into a (recently uncharacteristic) moment of honesty.
He flits his eyes up again after a moment of silence, and lets slip a confession.
Hiding things from them. )
I think... things are about to get... kinda bad. ( For him. For the people around him. ) I just want you to know... if I-
( Screw up, treat you badly, act like a dick, say or do something to hurt you, I don't mean it. That's too much, isn't it? You can't preemptively apologize for something you haven't done yet and have it mean anything. He's giving away too much, and it's not even valuable.
He licks his lips. Shakes his head. Pivots. )
I'm glad I met you. You and Viktor... you two got a real good thing going, and you deserve- a thousand puppies and a freakin'... franchise or something. That's all.
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That quietness carries on as he accuses Dean of being good, but in a way that's less wry and more... somber. It drives his eyes to dropping, settling on dust, pointed at the ground without really seeing it. The smile fades, nearly vanishes. The ghost of it that lingers feels more sad than not.
Even before the mark, he wouldn't necessarily believe that. Might put more effort into trying to internalize it, but now? He doesn't even bother.
If only you knew.
Maybe it's that, maybe it's guilt, maybe it's a quiet fondness for Jayce — whatever it is, something drives him into a (recently uncharacteristic) moment of honesty.
He flits his eyes up again after a moment of silence, and lets slip a confession.
Hiding things from them. )
I think... things are about to get... kinda bad. ( For him. For the people around him. ) I just want you to know... if I-
( Screw up, treat you badly, act like a dick, say or do something to hurt you, I don't mean it. That's too much, isn't it? You can't preemptively apologize for something you haven't done yet and have it mean anything. He's giving away too much, and it's not even valuable.
He licks his lips. Shakes his head. Pivots. )
I'm glad I met you. You and Viktor... you two got a real good thing going, and you deserve- a thousand puppies and a freakin'... franchise or something. That's all.