“…You look good for a dead kid.” Ekko steps into the light a sigh coming from him. He’s different now. A lot different then the “little man” you use to know him as. The one who use to give you, vi and the gang tips about which house to rob. Who stood outside of benzo’s shop to distract enforcers when you and powder made somewhat illegal explosions. The kid who was probably the brightest, most friendly kid ever who you’d have given anything to see grow up to be this.

Ekko didn’t really know what to say. What does he say when he thinks his best friend is dead for almost 10 years and then you show up very obviously not dead. “Sorry we came out swinging. I didn’t know if I could trust you.”

Ekko couldn’t help another sigh escaping him. “Come on let’s get you out of those cuffs..”