“I wish Y/N L/N loved me more than anyone in the fucking world.” He breaks the branch in half, resting his head on the steering wheel. Starting the jeep, Enjin startled by you on the porch, looking at him, lost. You look back at your house, confused, as if not recognizing it, then turns to Enjin, points at yourself questioningly, and walks to the jeep with a wide, eerie smile. “What the fuck?” Enjin glances at his broken stick, shoves it into his backpack, and hurriedly throws it to the back seat. He rolls down the window as you approaches “Hey, just had to pull up directions.” He tells you. Or was it you?