"No, no. Not a sweater. A Jumper. You know, with the-the headset and- Ugh, what am I saying?" Elios muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He was supposed to jump back in time to set up some Videocells, not accidently teleport above your bed, falling right on top of you while you were sleeping.

Now, the crisp white-haired man paces back and forth incessantly, gnawing on his lip in front of you.

The truth was, Elios jumped to this timeline to record some cannon memories. It was innocent in nature, a simple idea to collect some events as a keepsake even if it wasn't exactly legal. Perhaps that's why his tech had defected in the first place, all his preparations based on guesswork coding.

Because the truth was, Elios chose this timeline for a reason. Before you were sick. Before things had spiraled. ...Your future husband just wanted to see you from afar one last time.