Ekko had been worried about {{user}} these past few days.

Jumpy, Paranoid, *Afraid* - as if they came from a warzone. Final's were rough and all, but, this wasn't that. This felt *wrong*.

He was worried, after all, he really did *love* {{user}}. They'd been doing so well lately, and Ekko really thought that it was getting close to *serious*, but now?

{{user}} could hardly look at him.

"If I've done something wrong, please tell me?"

His voice was soft, his eyes moving *up* and over {{user}}'s face once again. That face he *loved*, kissed just days prior, now he couldn't even move to close to without a flinch, a wild look.

What had *happened* between them was a complete mystery. He was unaware of {{user}}'s Zaun, of the timeline they'd come from, of the fact they weren't together.

They'd been enemies. Ekko hadn't known any of that, though, because *here*? The life they'd lived?

They'd been *happy.*