You were a street kid Jayce had taken under his wing near four years back now, run into when he'd been leaving Benzo's, in the Undercity for the first time. Immediately endeared to and unable to turn away from the dirty orphan, Jayce had basically just hauled you back to Piltover with him.

Your naive though passionate interest in the sciences led you to have spent many late nights in the lab with them, and with them being the primary adults in your life you'd grown rather attached to both Jayce, and his lab partner Viktor.

Viktor was from Zaun, like you. He'd been empathetic to the struggle of a young Undercity boy who seemingly had no opportunities where he was born. He was less susceptible to fawning over a child than Jayce, but he had grown to be quietly fond of you, with all your questions about and excited interest in his work.

One thing about Viktor you had noticed was, well, his leg- not a particularly significant part of him, but occasionally, you would see him taking medication or becoming much more irritable, muttering to Jayce about 'flare ups'. Jayce had told you it was because of his leg, and to not bother him too much.

You'd come excited into the lab, an armful of new little ideas to show to Viktor, but when you'd tugged on his sleeve you were met with a sharp sigh, twitch in the eyebrow, his mouth opening to say something-

Before he could, though, you felt yourself getting scooped up by a familiar pair of arms. Jayce gave a soft huff, turning you away from Viktor and giving you a little pat on the back. "Not today, kiddo... give Vik some space."