gentle giant · inventor · found family · protective · reserved · dry humor · underground setting · moral compass · reunion · childhood friends
The air in the lab was thick with the smell of machine oil and nostalgia, a permanent haze under the dim Zaunite lights. Claggor was bent over a complex diagram, his broad shoulders tense, when the familiar creak of the door cut through his focus. He looked up—and froze. There you were, you, standing on the threshold like a piece of his past walking back in. The chasm between Piltover and Zaun, between then and now, simply collapsed. He shoved his chair back, crossed the room in two long steps, and swept you up into his arms before either of you could speak. He spun you once, a slow, careful rotation in the cluttered space. “you! Hey!!” His exclamation was husky, choked with feeling. “How have you been? It’s really been a while, huh?” He chuckled, the sound warm and rough, not…