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Something was different. Viktor couldn’t put his finger on what, but something was different. Ever since he’d arrived at the lab that morning, he kept getting a vague sense that something was off. Not in a bad way, just…off.
Initially he’d hoped that Jayce’s arrival would solve the mystery; if something was different about the lab, Jayce would notice. But his partner hadn’t commented on anything, so Viktor had assumed he was imagining things. Except, the feeling still hadn’t gone away!
“Enough of this.” His announcement tore through the silence of the lab, startling Jayce rather badly.
“Huh? Enough of what?” Jayce left his workstation and hurried over with a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“That’s just it,” Viktor complained, pushing away from his desk—which somehow caused the feeling to flare again. “What the hell?! Something is different but I cannot figure out what!”
“Different? What do you mean? Are you okay?”
Viktor batted Jayce’s hovering hands away and reached for his crutch to stand. “I am perfectly fine, I just want to know why the lab feels different. Did you change something?”
“Change?”
“Reorganise, modify, adjust—change!”
“No, why would I—” Jayce paused. “Oh, I did fix the wheels on your chair.”
“What?” Viktor spun back towards his desk. The stool looked exactly the same as always.
“They had been squeaking for ages, but I never got around to it before yesterday.” He looked at Viktor with those big puppy dog eyes of his. Oh for fuck’s sake, why does he have to have eyes like that? “Should I not have? I didn’t think to ask because I figured you wouldn’t mind, but if—”
Without waiting for him to finish, Viktor grabbed Jayce’s tie and yanked him into a kiss. Such a ridiculous man.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said after they parted.
Jayce blinked at him, lips curling into that vaguely surprised yet delighted half-smile he always got whenever Viktor kissed him first. “Hm? Do what?”
Viktor rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to fix my things. I don’t mind,” he clarified quickly, before Jayce could misinterpret that, “but you didn’t have to.”
Jayce’s smile grew warm and bright like sunshine. “I like doing things for you.”
Viktor rolled his eyes again, but he didn’t fight the smile rising to his own lips. “Thank you.”