[ Emmet's quiet for a long moment when Ingo lays his head down. In all honesty, Ingo has. Gotten better about it, that is. It's just difficult for Emmet to not notice these things.
... he's going to run out of words, like this. Oh well. It's worth it. 'Stop saying sorry, there is nothing to be sorry about' isn't going to get him anywhere, probably. Ingo would do something like get someone out of the rain, act as a shield from unnecessary social niceties, go out of his way to make sure they dry off properly and get warmed up, and then apologize for something that he has little control over or is objectively not his fault.
Of course he would. ]
... Sneasler seems nice. Verrrry scrappy.
[ Emmet drops his head onto his own paws, mirroring Ingo even without any real intent to. ]
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... he's going to run out of words, like this. Oh well. It's worth it. 'Stop saying sorry, there is nothing to be sorry about' isn't going to get him anywhere, probably. Ingo would do something like get someone out of the rain, act as a shield from unnecessary social niceties, go out of his way to make sure they dry off properly and get warmed up, and then apologize for something that he has little control over or is objectively not his fault.
Of course he would. ]
... Sneasler seems nice. Verrrry scrappy.
[ Emmet drops his head onto his own paws, mirroring Ingo even without any real intent to. ]
But I am the one who should be sorry, I think.