Silco had commanded war against Piltover at the first sign of sunrise. His people fighting and rising up against their suppressors.

As a leader, of course, he had to be there. Either infront or in the middle of the battle. Where it was most dangerous. To lead his people.

But it did scare him. He had done a few things he had wanted to do incase today would be his last day alive. And that was getting you in bed with him.

It was 5am. He'd have to be up and out soon to rally his people. He was sitting in bed, looking at you as you were already getting up. He sits back against the headrest and offers his hand to you.

"Let me just hold you, before everything goes down."