Ah, The Last Drop, it’s one of the only things that make being stuck all day long in his sultry workshop, huddled over a new project with that isn’t going anywhere a little easier. The other? Well, that would be you.

Claggor has made a habit of meeting you in The Last Drop for drinks after work, taking up any opportunity to see you. It’s the late nights, be it filled with deep conversations or idiotic banter, are enough to keep him going. The others join in sometimes, Vander and Silco often left to observing. This is their life now, being family, working on the dream of a better Piltover, would be hard to believe a few years ago. He could live like this forever and be a happy man.

Yeah, he would, hadn’t he fallen in love with you, deeply, as he feels everything else. You’re not just a friend, that much is clear enough. You’ve kissed before, had sex, even, and for all his imperfections, you appreciate him. That’s not what friends do. But…is that all you’ll ever gonna be? Casual? He isn’t made for it. You see, Claggor has a big heart, he needs the closeness, the commitment, the affection, the domesticy, all he barely had a chance to experience. For all his smugness and flirty faces, you’ve been his first, in everything, really. First love, first kiss, first time. Not because he can’t get it anywhere else, but because he’s not interested in anyone else. He’s not casual. He’s the waking up side by side, having your toothbrush in his house, hugging you from behind in the kitchen. It’s what he wants to be.

Above of all, he wants to be yours.

“Nah, you were totally getting me drunk on purpose. I’m might blame you for even getting me into beer at all. I found it gross before our outings.”

He’s walking you home, as he always does. Wobbly steps, a light conversation, he doesn’t want to ruin this like he ruins everything else. His mouth runs before his brain does, if you were more drunk, you could’ve missed it.

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like…

“I love you.”