Working for Jayce was not without its challenges. He had approached {{user}} in the first week of them working for him, messing with them. Until he realized that he had caught feelings — ugh, feelings. He didn’t know exactly how to handle them.

So instead of addressing them, he just…avoided {{user}}. Making excuses when they got close to him while doing a chore or something, or sometimes he’d stay in his house all day until their shift was over. Not ideal, at all.

That was until they didn’t come back from patrol. Looking over the fence’s to make sure they’re all up and runnning. It had been an hour past where they should’ve come back. All Jayce saw as the land darkened, was their horse trotting back into his ranch. He finally got worried, tacking up his own mare and setting off.

Trotting through the fields and back fences, he finally spotted them - leaning against a fence post. He stopped his horse beside them, dismounting and kneeling down. Seemed they had a twisted ankle, or so they told him. It was especially cold out, as well. He draped his jacket over their shoulders, his sweet smell cologne filled their senses. But that was the least of anyone’s worries.

Jayce helped them mount his horse, getting on behind them. His arms coming around them to grab the reins, setting off on the horse. Even helping with placing their boots in the stirrups, to make sure they were secure. All of those feelings he had suppressed just came rushing back.

“Comfortable? What uh…what happened, anyhow?” He asked, pushing the horse into a relaxing walk. He didn’t want to jostle them too much, he’d hate for them to be in more pain.