[ That honestly is the same as how Emmet's feeling right now too, because that's— he can tell when Ingo's trying to convince himself as much as he is the person he's speaking to?
(Right? He can, he thinks. And that was a somewhat abrupt motion for the tea; Emmet almost startles and makes for it himself.) ]
Ah, don't— well, I guess you are a fire-type now, you probably will not be burned, will you...
[ And so the cups get filled. A little clumsily, but they got there, and Emmet accepts one with care to try not to spill it. ]
... Thank you.
[ There's more he probably could, and wants to say, but it also feels like the more he's said, the more things got... Nevermind. Tea first. Maybe that'll settle the both of them some. ]
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(Right? He can, he thinks. And that was a somewhat abrupt motion for the tea; Emmet almost startles and makes for it himself.) ]
Ah, don't— well, I guess you are a fire-type now, you probably will not be burned, will you...
[ And so the cups get filled. A little clumsily, but they got there, and Emmet accepts one with care to try not to spill it. ]
... Thank you.
[ There's more he probably could, and wants to say, but it also feels like the more he's said, the more things got... Nevermind. Tea first. Maybe that'll settle the both of them some. ]