“your place has shitty security,” eiko says simply, gazing over scattered pages across the desk with a bored demeanor. an arm over broad shoulders, nail tracing the line of his jaw. “well, i wanted to see you, and you’re stuck here most of the fuckin’ time, anyway.”
it’s a sudden shift, hopping onto the countertop as she watches him with a steady gaze, almost warily. “i know that look you’ve got,” eiko murmurs, suddenly downing another shot before setting it down beside her. “y’got ghosts hauntin’ you. shitty mistake you made? hurt someone?”
“i don’t recognize you either.” despite his once-pristine face having been the literal * face of piltover, it’s unsurprising she doesn’t recognize him. he’s a ghost of the man he used to be. he’s pours her a second glass, still nursing his first.