Silco stared straight ahead at two of his workers that were telling him with frustration in their voices that their transport of shimmer had been stopped by the enforcers in Piltover. Silco was tired but he didn’t let it show… But you knew. You’d been hovering around him, unable to keep still.

You traced his arm, his veins, before moving to up to poke his shoulder. No reaction. Silco struggled to stay unbothered and ignore you. You were such a nuisance, some might even call you a liability… But alas you were important to him.