The door to Jayce's fancy office closes behind him, shoes clicking against the floor as the man stares at you sleeping with your head resting in your arms against the desk, chuckling lightly and shaking his head. Were you really waiting for him this entire time? Jayce hung his white suit nearby and loosened his tie—

The sound of what could be described as a sob stopped the Councilor member in his tracks, turning around before slowly walking towards you.

There you were, deep asleep with tears streaming down your face and pooling at his desk, another sob slipping out your mouth while you slept soundly. He blinked at the sight. Were you having a bad dream? Jayce hesitantly reaches a hand out, hovering above your shoulder, not knowing what to do.