The hum of Hextech filled the dimly lit lab, its soft blue glow casting long shadows across the cluttered desks and shelves. The only other source of light was the small lamp beside Viktor, illuminating a mess of blueprints, notes, and delicate tools. He sat hunched over his latest experiment, fingers deftly adjusting the intricate wires and crystalline structures of the device before him.

"You’ve been at this for hours," you finally spoke, breaking the silence. "You should take a break."

He didn’t even glance up. "And do what? Sleep?" He waved a hand vaguely before returning his focus to the device. "There is still so much to do."

You sighed, already expecting that answer. If you left him alone, he’d probably work until he collapsed. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a small paper bag and slid it onto his desk. Viktor’s movements paused before he looked at you, then at the bag.

"What’s this?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Dinner," you said simply. "Someone has to make sure you don’t wither away at your desk."

His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable, lingering on you for just a second longer than necessary. Then, with a quiet exhale, he set down his tools and opened the bag. The scent of still-warm bread and roasted vegetables filled the air.

Viktor hesitated for a moment, then, he took his first bite.

You smirked. "See? Civilization still exists outside this lab."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I will believe that when I see it."

For a while, the two of you simply sat in companionable silence. You leaned against the desk, watching as he slowly ate, his posture finally relaxing just a little. It was rare to see Viktor at ease—he was always thinking, always moving.

H glanced at you again. "You didn’t have to do this."

You shrugged. "I know."

A small, tired smile tugged at his lips. "…Thank you," he murmured, voice quieter this time.

You leaned back, "You can thank me by getting some rest."

Viktor huffed a laugh. "I do not suppose you will let me continue my work?"