Across timelines, across universes — in all possibilities, only you — Jayce would recognize that voice. It was woven through his very being, intrinsic, his other half. That was the voice that saved his life all those years ago. It was warm, sarcastic, gentle, and fierce just like the man it belonged to, indomitable and stubborn to the last. Jayce had always admired him for his strength and his compassion, and Viktor's honesty and focus had inspired him. Hextech would have never have worked without him, that missing piece Jayce had spent all his life chasing.

It didn't matter they were clearly from different points in their life. Even the guilt he felt couldn't quell the relief, the comfort, the desperation that Jayce felt.

Jayce is careful but he pulls Viktor into his arms and buries his face against his neck. He can hear his heartbeat and that is enough to bring him to tears, so he holds him tighter. Gods, he's missed this, missed him and there were hundreds of apologies on his tongue, but what he choked out was teasing and gentle. Jayce wanted to cling to this moment for as long as he could hold it. "What's wrong with poetry, V," Jayce murmured softly, a watery laugh bubbling up, almost a sob, muffled by Viktor's collar.