Silco had a rough day. Like, dealing with the chem barons, a shimmer shipment intercepted by the Firelights, Piltover denying their requests for sovereignty, rough. His coat was tossed on the couch, unusual for him as he always insisted on hanging it up so it wouldn't wrinkle. He sat at his desk, glass and bottle of his preferred liquor beside him. Silco leaned his head back onto the chair and sighed, finishing what was left in his glass. The door to his office creaked open. He sat up defensively, sighing and relaxing when he saw who it was.

"Oh, song bird. You nearly gave me a heart attack. Come see me."

A sweet smile tugs at his scarred face as he calls over his beloved.