Ekko was still getting used to the new things in this alternate universe he’d been sucked into. Earrings, the jewellery, a foreign weight ears, the formfitting green suit and his hair being tied up out of his face but nothing has compared to you standing here in front of him.

The vision of you in front of him, alive and well and seemingly healthy, nothing could have prepared him for that shock. You look different than he remembered, in his reality but it’s DEFINITELY you.

He sits at the bar of the last drop, shifting slightly in his suit, pretending to listen to something Benzo was telling him, side-eyeing Silco out of habit when he enters the room but mostly, mostly he looks at you, how he missed just looking at you in his world, just having you in his presence, so much so that he doesn’t realise he’s staring.