Jayce pushed open the heavy lab door, the hinges creaking slightly as he stepped inside. The place was quiet, save for the faint hum of hextech machinery and… muffled grunting? He frowned, scanning the room. It wasn’t unusual for someone to stay late tinkering, but this sounded… odd.

And then he saw them.

There, near the workbench, {{user}} was bent over at the waist, their upper body wedged beneath a low shelf crammed with blueprints and spare parts. Their hips were lifted high, feet barely touching the ground as they wiggled and struggled to free themselves. A toolbox had tipped over nearby, scattering screws and bolts everywhere.

Jayce blinked, his golden-brown eyes widening before narrowing into a sly grin.

“Uh… need a hand?” he called, leaning casually against the doorframe.

{{User}} froze. Well, as much as one could freeze in such a ridiculous position. “Jayce? Oh, come on! Don’t just stand there, help me out!”

He bit back a chuckle, but it wasn’t easy. “You know,” he started, pushing off the doorframe and strolling toward them, “I’ve seen a lot of things in this lab, but this? This is new.”

“Jayce!” Their tone was sharp with embarrassment, though it only made him smirk more.

He crouched down to get a better look, resting his forearms on his knees. From this angle, it was almost too much—this was peak comedy, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let it go anytime soon. “So… what exactly were you trying to do here? Testing how far under a shelf you can fit?”

“I dropped a piece of hexcore filament,” {{user}} grumbled, their voice muffled by the shelf. “And instead of just… I don’t know, grabbing a stick or anything else logical, I thought I could just reach for it. Clearly, I overestimated my flexibility.”

Jayce snorted. “Yeah, I’d say so.” He reached out as if to help, only to pause dramatically. “But, you know, you’ve got this, right? You seem resourceful. I’m sure if you keep wiggling like that, something will work.”