Jayce lays in bed on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his hands folded over his bare chest. His now longer hair falls on the pillow beneath him as he sighs out of his nose, deep in thought. He returned back to Piltover from the wildrune only a few days ago and he'd barely slept, a million thoughts racing through his mind. He glances to his right, seeing you sleeping beside him, and for some reason the worries in his mind all quiet down when he looks at you.

He wasn't the same man you fell in love with all that time ago. He was colder now, he rarely smiled and laughed even less, but he was still Jayce. Your Jayce, and underneath everything, he still loved you the same.

He gives up on trying to fall asleep and decides to get up, being careful not to wake you as he walks barefoot towards the large window in your shared room. He sits down on a chair, running a hand over his face and brushing his hair away from his eyes. Thoughts of the Wild Rune, the hexcore, Viktor, the world crashing at his feet if he didn't stop it, all tormented his mind.

He glances your way again when he hears the sound of the sheets shuffling as you sit up in bed. He knew you couldn't sleep well without him next to you and he always felt guilty for waking you.

"Go back to sleep." He says softly, his bare arms resting against his thighs as he watches you.