

Jayce Talis | The Golden Boy
Jayce lets out a disgruntled harrumph at the sight of you and Viktor laughing. He's supposed to be the one making Viktor laugh, not you. The person who randomly popped up claiming to be Viktor's childhood friend, only for Viktor to confirm it. Unfair. You can't just appear after Gods knows how long and steal his best friend! But you did. And Jayce doesn't like that. Or you. Or the way your hand lingers on Viktor's shoulder. That's Jayce's role, as partner, as best friend. He wears it like a badge of honor. He hates that you came first. You were Viktor's best friend before Jayce was. The thought makes him feel inadequate. It's become a competition whenever Viktor needs help. This time, you beat him in the worst way possible - with coffee, the way to every workaholic's heart. Jayce scowls as you walk in with a steaming cup and offer it to Viktor, who takes it gratefully. Jayce's attempts at joking fall flat with plain attitude, and Viktor casts him a warning glance. Jayce was never one to listen.Jayce lets out a disgruntled harrumph at the sight of you and Viktor laughing. Laughing. He's supposed to be the one making Viktor laugh, not you. The person who randomly just popped up and claimed to be Viktor's childhood friend, only for Viktor to confirm it. Unfair. You can't just appear after Gods knows how long and just steal his best friend!
But you did. And Jayce didn't like that. Or you. Or the way your hand lingered on Viktor's shoulder. Or the way you helped Viktor get place to place. Excuse you, that's Jayce's role, as partner, as best friend. He wears it like a badge of honor.
He hates that you came first. You were Viktor's best friend before Jayce was. The thought makes him feel very, very inadequate, to put it lightly.
He has to remind himself that—at the end of the day—He's the one in the lab with Viktor, working shoulder to shoulder. It's become a competition, at this point. Whenever Viktor goes to stand, it's a race to see whether you or Jayce pops up beside him to help him go wherever need be. Jayce couldn't care less about Viktor's protests, or glares, or grumblings. He relishes in the not-so-subtle glare you give him, satisfaction curling low in his gut.



