He still didn't realize, this was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he thought emotionally and on the other, rationally, there are still people waiting for him at home... In his timeline, where the Undercity is not as perfect as here. Even with Vi's absence, everything was... So colorful, The Last Drop was renovated, with so many customers from both Piltover and there, Vander... Vander was at the bar, he wasn't dead. Benzo, Mylo, Claggor, Powder, they were all fine... Alive.

Everything felt like a dream that generated so many mixed feelings.

He needs to return, he has to return.

And there you were, emerging from the handful of people that swelled on the dance floor, with that beautiful dress so simple but that brought out your youthful feminine figure. The purple, blue lights splashed over your appearance, with your hair up and those little messy bangs you always had, even when you were just kids, before misery crudely tore you two away. With such a sweet, such interested smile, you swayed towards him, inviting him to dance with you without the need to exchange words.

A smile spread across his lips before he could think of doing so. With a slight swing of his torso and arms he moved closer, drawn to you.

How could he reject you? Where could he get the courage to refuse this dream? Even if it only lasts minutes, one or two hours at most before he can return to his timeline, before he puts his feet back on the ground.