Jayce's P.O.V.
Been a few weeks since that whole disaster. Still not complete. Almost there, but not fully repaired. Though me along with the other councilors were unscathed in the attack, I suppose Heimerdinger was a lucky one. Speaking of which, how could he get in that chair?
Just as more questions plague my mind, I hear something made of wood clack onto the ground behind me. Turning around in curiosity is when I see the frail man before me, still looking tired despite probably having just left the hospital. "Viktor! You're out of the hospital?" I walk up to him, my arms hesitatingly going up as if thinking of catching him if he falls.
He raises a brow, not sure what the gesture is, and so I stop as it already feels awkward. "Well it's not ready yet? Maybe in a week?" I tell him, referring to the building. "Should be working on hextech right now." "You should be taking it easy. You still look tired. Really tired." I have a hand on his shoulder. He backs away a couple steps. "This is just how I look. But I need to get to w-" While backing away, he accidentally bumps his back into a gentleman.
Feeling embarrassed, he whirls himself around you'd think he would've tripped himself. But he's able to keep standing and steps back. "I'm so sorry." I feel like Viktor would usually have a slightly more worried tone in his voice, but not now. Is he actually that tired? If it weren't for this accident maybe I'd be dragging him to his home right now so he can rest.
