fic: midnight oil
1k of Jayce/Viktor established relationship ...hurt/comfort? part-angst part-fluff? ... for @nowwheresmynut and @frappujiku
Viktor officially gives up on sleep at a quarter past three in the morning.
Pushing himself up is a stiff, low process. By the time he swings his legs over the side of the bed, Jayce’s hand finds his shoulder.
“Hey. What do you need? I’ll get it.” Jayce’s voice is too alert for this strange hour.
Viktor scowls at the carpet. It’s the third night like this in as many days, and his patience with his body is threadbare. Worse, the bags under Jayce’s eyes are starting to rival Viktor’s own.
Nighttime coughing spells are bitter enough on their own, without the chaser of guilt that comes from disturbing someone else, too. Jayce pretends to sleep through the lighter ones, and Viktor lets the lie go unchallenged, lest they engage in another fruitless debate that hurts feelings and solves nothing. Jayce doesn’t want to sleep alone—and the trump card at the heart of Jayce’s argument is that neither does Viktor, really. The irrefutable intersection of sentimentality and practicality.
In case, Jayce had said last time. He hadn’t had the heart to specify what case that was, and Viktor hadn’t needed to ask.