[ Viktor should not commit to memory the eagerness and quickness with which Jayce obeys him. That would be an insane thing to do. He's doing it right now regardless, tossing out irrelevant stored memories to make more room for this moment. ]
Good, [ he says, helping Jayce out of the shirt as best he can. He's seen Jayce shirtless plenty of times, shirtless and sweaty and hair rumpled from working in the Forge, but the sight is not any less wondrous now than it was the first time. Gently, unthinkingly, he reaches out to touch his hand to the plane of Jayce's stomach, the rise of his chest. Muscles are not usually something that appeal to him in a superficial sense, but these are the muscles that Jayce uses to navigate the world, to swing a hammer, crank a wrench. They're perfect. ]
You had nothing to worry about. Your shoulders are very proportional.
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Good, [ he says, helping Jayce out of the shirt as best he can. He's seen Jayce shirtless plenty of times, shirtless and sweaty and hair rumpled from working in the Forge, but the sight is not any less wondrous now than it was the first time. Gently, unthinkingly, he reaches out to touch his hand to the plane of Jayce's stomach, the rise of his chest. Muscles are not usually something that appeal to him in a superficial sense, but these are the muscles that Jayce uses to navigate the world, to swing a hammer, crank a wrench. They're perfect. ]
You had nothing to worry about. Your shoulders are very proportional.