The last thing Viktor wants is to be so ill that he can't get out of bed or care for himself, and though they aren't there yet, this is giving him an uncomfortable taste of what it might be like, if they wait any longer. He wants to be in the lab--he wants to go back to the lab, but he's exhausted and he's already traded his work clothes for one of Jayce's oversized shirts, betraying any bravado regarding a desire to keep working.

Theoretically, there isn't anything left to do, but Viktor will check and re-check their notes and calculations until he physically can't keep his eyes open anymore.

"That's different," he says, taking the mug and leaning into Jayce's touch, the motion automatic. "I'll have something to look forward to, in that scenario."

In that scenario, because Viktor is still hedging, when it comes to the other side of this. They've practiced dozens of times in thee Horizon by now, and though the whole team is confident they have a chance, there's still the possibility that something might go wrong in practice. He sighs, frowning at the pages in his hand before tucking them into his notebook and setting it and the mug aside. Viktor reaches for Jayce, instead.

"Come sit with me, please."