[ Jayce goes rattling around his kitchen, and Viktor-- supposes he'll allow it. He's usually fiercely territorial of the few things he has managed to own, though it seems Jayce has managed to win a measure of trust from him. Hmm. It doesn't usually happen that quickly. He'll have to examine that later. ]

And what atrocious act did I commit to ruin everything?

[ Viktor shoots a wry glance over his shoulder. ]

I may be crippled, but I am not blind. I see the way you look at me, Jayce. The way you speak about our work. I saw the way you practically jackknifed out of the room to get away from the idea of teaching hextech to me. Whatever I did...

[ He doesn't quite manage to bite back a sigh. It's not a comfortable thought; Viktor likes to think of himself as generally a good person, and he only wants to help the most vulnerable in society. He has never willingly hurt another soul. And yet, the clues are screaming in his face. ]

It must have been truly awful.