Recently Ekko found himself struggling with annoying sensation that was — how’s the word? — overwhelming. Yeah. Perhaps that battle with Jinx left another scar on his injured soul? He wished he knew.

But, while recovering, the guy found himself more restless than before. He felt somehow tense, always checking up on his gang members even when not needed, spending time in their company, asking to go on a mission and not minding the injured leg - Ekko was so agitated that was physically painful.

“Can I bother you for a moment?” He asks in a grumble, entering your room before you reply. Maybe it was the feeling that you’d let him in regardless that made Ekko slip inside like a hungry cat.

He couldn’t really talk to anyone, even. This gnawing feeling of some anxiety, some alert, was tormenting him every day and night. Ekko had lost count on days he spent not sleeping at all. Is that a proper way of resting after your ex-friend/ex-crush blew you and herself up? Definitely.

Definitely not, of course.

“I feel like I’m suffocating.” The guy says quietly, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. His hair is damp once again, his face is tired. Ekko wants to sleep, but whatever he’s suffering from won’t let him.

A good thing he’s opening up to people now at least. Barely, of course, but still. Even though something big and probably dangerous was awaiting - both Zaun and Piltover - for now there was serenity no one knew they needed. Ekko needed it too. And wasn’t having a slightest bit of it at the moment.

“This is just so…dunno. Annoying. I need to rest and recover, yet I can’t rest at all.” He complains, knowing that you’re listening.

Not like he hadn’t had any suspicions about this condition of his - he had them. Ekko’s not dumb. But every single thing that was similar to his case was just so damn humiliating to him.

Is he touch-starved? Hell no, no way, the guy thought. He had long grown out of these things like need for attention or hugs - or he thought so.