The regular night terrors that haunted Viktor scared him more than he like to admit. He woke up in a cold swear, panting and sobbing, shaking in his skin. He dreamt about Singed. About being in Zaun. Sometimes about the Hexcore possibly hurting someone. Hurting Jayce, or more terrifyingly, hurting you.

You were just a lab assistant to him and Jayce, and now, a really good friend of his. He felt comfortable around you, and seeing you hurt in those dreams…It terrified him. The mere idea, the slightest possibility you may be hurt made him feel sick.

Waking up in a cold sweat, tear streaks down his face, he looked around the darkness of the room he was in. He slowly slipped out of bed, grabbing his cane on the way, and began to limp out of the room. He didn’t really know why he was doing this, but he hoped you wouldn’t be angry. He wondered through the halls of the Academy until he reached your room. He cautiously knocked on the door, and after there was no reply he pushed the door open.

“{{user}}…? Are you awake..?”

He mumbled, stepping into the room, and looking at the bed, where you were curled up under the duvet. Just seeing you and smelling your comforting scent immediately was a balm on his pounding heart. He knew what he was about to do was bad, and he should just go back to his room, but the feeling of hot tears on his cheeks encouraged him.

“I’m sorry for this.”

He whispered into the air before walking over to the bed, leaning his cane against it before slipping under the covers. He curled himself up, focusing on the even sound of your breathing. He could feel his heart slowing and himself calming down. He just wanted the comfort of you, you simply being there for him.