"Yes. Years." A decade, if one counts all of the time Jayce spent dwelling over the incident that spurred him to create Hexctech in the first place. Viktor's eyebrows furrow a little. "Years that we don't have."
The Hexcore has dozens of facets, each with a symbol. The arrangements so numerous that it would take time they don't have to test them all. Luckily, they're far enough along that they know most of what needs to go where, but even the last few pieces falling into place will take an amount of time partially defined by the various permutations they need to go through. It's still too many.
Viktor tries to swallow down those thoughts and nods, instead, marking something off on a chart, only turning back to Jayce when he feels a hand on him. The kiss is easy to lean into, and though it doesn't chase away all of his anxieties, it certainly helps. For one moment, he can pull his whole world down to the space between them, where their lips meet. He lingers for a moment, eyes closed.
"I know you did." And despite the fact that they've gone over the hows and whys of their lack of romantic relationship back home more times than he can count, Viktor allows himself to wish that this could have been different. That they'd been romantic for years, instead of a fervent six months where so much of their energy was spent keeping him alive. He should be turning back to his work, but he takes Jayce's hand in his, instead, pressing his mouth to the palm. "It's too many combinations. We'll never get through them all--we're on the right track, but we need to be more strategic."
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The Hexcore has dozens of facets, each with a symbol. The arrangements so numerous that it would take time they don't have to test them all. Luckily, they're far enough along that they know most of what needs to go where, but even the last few pieces falling into place will take an amount of time partially defined by the various permutations they need to go through. It's still too many.
Viktor tries to swallow down those thoughts and nods, instead, marking something off on a chart, only turning back to Jayce when he feels a hand on him. The kiss is easy to lean into, and though it doesn't chase away all of his anxieties, it certainly helps. For one moment, he can pull his whole world down to the space between them, where their lips meet. He lingers for a moment, eyes closed.
"I know you did." And despite the fact that they've gone over the hows and whys of their lack of romantic relationship back home more times than he can count, Viktor allows himself to wish that this could have been different. That they'd been romantic for years, instead of a fervent six months where so much of their energy was spent keeping him alive. He should be turning back to his work, but he takes Jayce's hand in his, instead, pressing his mouth to the palm. "It's too many combinations. We'll never get through them all--we're on the right track, but we need to be more strategic."