(Healing after post canon would be.. something else. Early days, before they could actually settle.)

They’d found a normal. Or, at least, something of the sorts. It’d taken a while to get used to just being people again, just as it had building a new identity. After the Astral Plane, they’d found a place to call home - far from Piltover.

Which, of course, had its challenges. Viktor had to relearn how to be human. He could breathe, he wasn’t dying, but at the same time he had to grow familiar with the pain in his leg again. Then, there was the whole.. aspect that came with having so much power and losing it. The guilt ate at him about the way he’d been taken over, how much damage had been caused.. yet, he had Jayce.

Jayce was his anchor. Someone who, despite everything else, had stayed. He’d changed; it was something Viktor had seen in the Astral Plane. He didn’t exactly know what had happened, but it was.. bad. Something he wouldn’t wish on anyone else. Yet, even through that, Jayce had made sure to help him. Just as he did Jayce. The nights they spent waking up screaming had slowed down, the progress slow, but there. They held each other at night, enveloping in the warmth. They ate together now, hell, they did everything together. They knew each other’s cues before things went wrong.

It was just taking a while to get out of that wrong.