Jayce likes homey places, he used to have one before it was blown up, and after that so much of his time was in the lab he didn't make his new fancier chambers that special. He is trying to do a little more with the apartment they share, more books, more small touches that are his, but it's a work in progress.

"We were spoiled, we pretty much never argued until the week before we came here, and we went back to peaceful since I arrived. But I guess that means we really were just shelving our issues."

They dealt with some of them, but nothing could really be dealt with as long as Jayce held such a huge secret to himself. And he knew it was bad, that he couldn't keep hiding it, that he had to tell him. Every time he was resolved to try, Viktor would touch his arm or look up at him with gold eyes that didn't yet know, and he cowardly put it aside.

"Me time?" That sounds strange. Selfish. Why should he be able to feel anything other than terrible? He frowns and she's right, he is very fixated. There is not a single thing he's done since coming that hasn't been about Viktor. "I don't ...." Jayce is sort of having a light bulb moment about that. "Have anything of my own." Where would he even start?