Ekko wished he could stay in your arms forever, lost in the warmth and comfort you offered. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, your embrace holding him just as securely in return. For a brief moment, the world outside seemed to disappear, and he allowed himself to forget the weight of everything pressing down on him.

His heart ached, a sharp pang of longing that only you seemed capable of easing. The soft hum of your voice, the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat—it was a sound that soothed him, wrapping around him like a lullaby. He could listen to it for an eternity.

Ekko wasn’t the type to let his guard down easily, but in this space, in your arms, he felt a fragile vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. The tears that threatened to spill he fought to keep at bay, but the grief escaped in a quiet murmur. “I miss them. Vi, Claggor, Mylo... Powder."