[ Just give him a moment to compose himself. Emmet does try to raise a paw to wave it offhandedly, maybe a not quite so universal 'don't worry about it,' quite literally waving it off. ]

It's ... it is fine. I am not just saying that.

[ There, he's good, he's fine, he can hold a conversation. Emmet lets the rest of that energy guide him into a brief shake of his head and upper body to release it. ]

Fine. It is because of you. It is nothing you can do anything about. These things can both be true. If you find a way to feel bad about yourself about this I will be verrrrry cross with you. See if I ever tell you anything again.

[ That's only a mock threat, really. Emmet realizes there's no point in closing the gates after the Zebstrika's already bolted. Purrloins out of bags and all that. They do need to talk about these things probably, even if it's conversations they might not like. ]

I was just thinking. [ It's such a small, stupid thing. An echo of pointless bickering over nothing. ] You remember more than you think. You know.