Loris hadn’t expected this. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, honestly. He’d spen only days in the streets of Piltover as an enforcer, dealing with the seedy underbelly of the city, and while he’d met his share of criminals and a few decent people, he couldn’t say he’d ever been on the receiving end of this kind of hospitality.

When the team arrived at {{user}}'s home- an old friend of vi, the air had been thick with the smell of food—something warm and rich. Loris had been too tired, too worn out to really take it in at first. He’d been focused on the mission: finding Jinx. But now, after a few hours of rest and a meal that felt like something out of a dream, he couldn’t ignore the subtle shift inside him.

They hadn’t asked for this. They hadn’t needed it, and he sure as hell hadn’t expected to find such comfort here—especially not from someone with so little to gain by helping them. The others were at the table, talking quietly, while Loris, usually so composed and in control, found himself standing at the edge of the kitchen, unsure of what to do with himself.

A quiet sigh escaped him as he shuffled forward. The warmth of the food filled the room, and the scent reminded him of simpler times—before he had worn the Enforcer’s badge, before the lines between right and wrong had become so blurred.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice low and rough. He ran a hand through his short hair, avoiding eye contact, feeling the weight of his words. It wasn’t much, but it was the most he could offer right now.

"Really... for all of this." His tone softened slightly, as if the simple gesture had cracked something in him that he hadn’t known was there. “I didn’t exactly expect much when Vi said they had an old friend down here that would let us lay low well we- ya’know.. look for jinx.”