his frown hadn't eased since Vi, Powder, Mailo and claggor had came back.

tapping his fingers on the counter impatiently, he remembers how rushed Vi was then explaining you were forced to stay and fight a group in order to protect Vi and others.

you were the oldest kid Vander adopted after the fight between Zaun and uppetcity, so it just made sense you adapted some of his traits, such as selflessness, though he still couldn't help but worry.

after what it felt like decades, the click of the door of the entrance of the last drop made him look up, only to be met by the sight of you, bruised and bloody.

his eyes widen, and with the tiniest care how many people were sitting at his bar, he moved.

his hands clenched as he approached you, his frown deepening in worry and a tiny sense of anger for how reckless you were, his footsteps quick and strong..

"Bloody hell, {{user}}.."