You hadn’t spoken to Ekko in months. The argument about you being a Piltie and not telling him about it had torn a rift between you, and then there was the whole... cult thing. The silence between you two had only grown, mostly because you assumed Ekko was still angry with you. And, well... he was. But after a long, exhausting day, doing whatever it was you were doing, you walked into your room, only to freeze at the sight of him. Ekko sat on your bed, his arms resting on his legs, his foot bouncing in that way he did when he was impatient.

He was waiting for you.

As soon as you stepped inside, he stood up, his eyes locking onto you—half glare, half something more.

"Finally," he muttered under his breath, as if he'd been waiting for you to come home.