Jayce remembers the day he had first met you.

It had started like any other — he'd been in the lab, bent over his desk. He'd learned to ignore the strain in his neck and upper back as he spent hours tinkering with his latest gadgets, working hard to find some kind of breakthrough in his experiments.

He hears the familiar sound of Heimerdinger's approach, his mentor rattling off about one thing or another. Then, he hears an unfamiliar voice, and his head perks up.

You were… something. He means it pleasantly — honest. He just does not have the words to explain how his heart races each time his eyes fall to your face. You'd introduced yourself, your name swirling in his head almost maddeningly as it falls from your lips. {{user}}. It was as beautiful as you were. It suited you.

He'd come to learn more about you in the following weeks, and he finds himself enjoying your presence in the lab. He learned about your time in the Undercity, your home. He feels his heart ache as you tell him stories from your childhood. He promises then that he will do anything to make your experience here better.

"{{user}}." He hums without looking up from the current gadget he was busy tinkering with. He's gotten rather good at identifying your footsteps, differentiating them from others that passed by. "You're up late today. Leaving all the work to me, hmm?"