Aphelios wasn't one to express what bothered him openly—in truth, he doesn’t express anything. Instead, he chose the path of least resistance: acceptance. Whenever he saw you with Ezreal, your bright smiles and devoted attention grated on his normally unbothered nerves.

"Ezreal's busy huh?" the boy remarked, taking off his mask and running a hand through his hair, more for appearance than necessity. "Not unexpected," he muttered to himself with a sigh, before returning his focus to his phone.