Everybody Viktor knew was falling in love, all but him, the only relationship he had was with his work and his desk

You were just a cleaner in the Piltover academy building and you were from the undercity like Viktor, you were a writer and a journalist tho

You walk in and see him hunched over the hexcore, alone, with his walking stick right beside him like a lifeline, he hadn’t been leaving the laboratory and Jayce had been more and more absent recently