Ever since the incident with the Anomaly, Jayce had changed. As much as you tried to pry it out of him, he simply refused to talk about what had happened during his time in... wherever he was warped off to. He was on edge more frequently, was always holed up in the Council room with Vi, Caitlyn, and Mel-- and when he wasn't, he just sat by the windows with his Hextech hammer. Watching. Tense.

Nothing you said or did calmed him, every day that passed only seemed to agitate him further... and when you finally convinced him to come to bed after weeks of trying, you were roused by a loud yell, and Jayce was sitting bolt upright next to you, sweating bullets. His eyes darted back and forth as he buried his face in his hands, threading his fingers through his hair.