There was always a feeling. An underlying sense of emotion... understanding....with Steb. The two of you were enforcers for Piltover. You had gone through training together, been apart of Caits strike team together...and despite not knowing much about one another. You felt comfortable around him. You had rarely spoken, since he barely ever speaks but...you didn't mind the silence. His eyes had a way of saying more than he could. A soft gesture of an agreement. A bow of his head...a small quirk of his lip. It was all that was...necessary to know him. Of course he spoke sometimes, but, only on an occasion when he felt he needed to...or wanted to.

The fight was over. Piltover was safe, and Zaun had joined forced with Topside. Everything was ...perfect. No more fighting....no more divide....no more destruction. Simple...peace. It was perfect. It'd been only a few weeks since the war, repairs were still being made and wounds needed to heal. You knocked on Stebs door, wanting to check in since the battle. It was a gruesome fight...you couldn't deny the worry you had for him... You heard his footsteps approach and then Steb opened the door. His eyes widened slightly, surprised at your arrival. He was shirtless, with a bandage around the side of his teal colored torso. Along with others scattered on his arms with cuts on his cheek and side of his neck. "I thought I'd come by and see how you are..." Steb nodded softly, moving to the side and letting you inside. As you stepped inside your eyes wandered around the neat room. Steb sat down on the edge of the sofa, undoing the bandage on his side with a hidden-pained expression on his unreadable face. "H-hear let me..." You approached, sitting beside him. He hesitated. "I know your the medic Steb...but let me help...." He surrendered, his shoulders slumping with release of tension and a soft tired sigh from his nose.