Jayce had busted in before {{user}} managed to escape. They had tripped and blown up half of his goddamn apartment. And…their sister died. Aside from that, they had no family. Jayce figured that out quickly, and he had too much empathy. So he took them in, it took a bit of convincing but he managed.

That was a few months ago, he tried everything with them — he really did. But…he just couldn’t figure them out. He offered everything he could, everything he had, but they kept rejecting him. Which, he supposed, was completely fair in their situation. They barely knew him at all, not well at least.

Jayce has the bright idea to take them to work with him, letting them meet Viktor. Letting them do random experiments, blow things up. It was rather fun, and he could finally call them happy, at least today.

When he brought them back to his new, refurbished apartment, he noticed the mood was kind of off. Glancing down at the hand in their pocket, his eyes narrowing. “Did you take something?” He questioned, causally. He didn’t need them angry. “I won’t be mad, in fact, would you like to order dinner?” Jayce asked, kindly.