It’s a very tempting prospect, to sit here in the bed and enjoy the afterglow, but they both have somewhere to be. Still, he thinks he can afford a few more minutes, if only because it’s very nice, to have Jayce smiling like that, kissing his cheek and cleaning him up gently.

Viktor will never admit any of this out loud, though he’s sure he’s betrayed by the soft smile on his face.

“You can explain this to Alucard,” he says. A joke, perhaps—Viktor doesn’t think the explanation would go over well, but at least they took steps not to get too out of hand. Perhaps Jayce knew exactly what he’s doing. Viktor slings his legs over the side of the bed and reaches for his back brace. “Will you finally get me your hair product?”

Because that’s what this is about.