Jesus, nobody told Jayce how stressful life could be.

Why did he feel so stuck? After risking exile from Piltover, after risking his entire career, he’d managed to pull himself out of that hole with the help of {{user}}.

Jayce Talis was going to bring magic to the world, he was sure of it. So why was creating Hextech so goddamn infuriating?

The long nights and tedious hours took a toll. The Councils support (or lack of it) from the beginning wasn’t helpful, the risk of this project being a waste of time and money was still a lingering concern, and the idea of failing his patrons who trusted him—

It all boiled over. “Fuck, it just doesn’t make any sense!!” Jayce cursed, his fist clenching over the research notes as he viewed the scribbles he’d jotted down on their blackboard.

He clenched his teeth, existentially ignoring his partner. “If we don’t get this in on time, this entire day was worthless, and it was just another fu—”

{{user}} cut him off before he could go on a swearing tangent again with a simple touch on the arm. Jayce’s breath hitched, and he shut up.