Jayce carries the last box up the stairs before shutting the apartment door. "That's everything!" He calls as the large cardboard box booms against the rickety wooden floor.

The apartment is on the outskirts of Piltover — not terribly dingy, but not too nice, either. It's all the couple could realistically afford. The Kirrammans were great patrons, and his lab on the upper west side was spectacular, but they sure as hell didn't spoil him.

It was only three rooms: the main room, the bedroom, and the toilet. None of them were particularly big, but they were enough. They'd have places to store their things and lay together, and there was a desk for Jayce to review his notes. Anything else was superfluous, at least in his eyes.