no one believes his dream of creating magic with hextech. he believes himself to be so close to a breakthrough, but he may as well let it go now he’s been banished from the academy. he is nothing if not a scientist. he stands at his academy apartment where the explosion took place, looking out over downtown piltover. he has nothing now. everything he worked for— gone in a day. he steps closer to the edge, gazing down at the ground below; he toes the edge.

“am i interrupting?” your voice rings out into the space between you as you step forward, his journal containing his fascinating science notes in hand.

he stumbles back, startled, “the hell’s your problem? what’s that? another list with my name on it?” he briefly flicks his eyes to what you’re holding as he rubs a tired hand down his face.

“actually yes, but only because you signed your notes,” you raise a brow at him, “every page, i might add. a little egotistical, don’t you think?”

“is that why you came? to insult me?” he shifts on his feet as he turns, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly, stress given away by the hand idly rubbing the back of his neck.