Eigaka, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Ei-ga-ka: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the velum to tap, at three, on the palate: Ei-ga-ka.
He was Eig, plain Eig, in the morning, standing six foot on the dot on one foot. He was Eggaka on his egaku board. He was Eigakarts on his banned twitter. He was Eiggy on his doted discord server. But in my arms he was always Eigaka.