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" well look at that — I guess we can finally put the old heating system to rest , I didn't wanted to fix it anyway " Ekko nods at his words , but his tone is indifferent , like he doesn't really care that much about it , but acknowledged the fact that it was a good thing to have. " The chair was fine " the sentence is cold and fast but also a lie , his back did hurt , everything did , he had cut on his arms and his face , some burning from the granade explosions had leave some scars over them too. In the silence of the situation, he turns around and walks to his room , pushing the door open and stepping into the workshop. She is not there, and he knows she never will. The silence hurts him. He opens every door with the hope that she is behind one of them, waiting even if he knows how stupid that is. A quick look around the workshop reveals he hasn't cleaned it yet , some small monkey toys are around , the paint , the prototypes , he left it the way she left it. A sigh leaves his mouth as he walks to the chair to sit down there , he didn't care if Scar followed him or not , if he knew , he already knew where this conversation was going