[ 'If you think I am willingly decoupling from you now you have another think coming' is the joke he'd quip back with if things were normal, but. Well.
Too much? Too clingy? Codependent, overly reliant, unable to work on his own? It's old, irrational doubts, made new again by— all this, and too many sleepless nights, insistent, unhappy dreams here bleeding into the waking world. News cycles grasping for answers that aren't there to find. Sensationalist tabloids throwing whatever they can at the wall to see if it sticks. His own thoughts, sometimes, fruitless nights spent wondering.
Old, papered over things from when it'd much more recently occurred. That's all it is. He knows it is. And yet the looming shadow of them stills his tongue anyway. Even saying he'd missed Ingo had seemed like a bit too much back on the beach. (He'd also convinced himself he was jumping at shadows just because he thought he'd recognized something familiar in a stranger. Isn't that sign enough he's not good at letting things go?) Not knowing the correct tracks to follow...
The uncertainty is annoying. The billow of his mane lashes about unhappily. It's energy that goes nowhere, though the red edges of his fur blur just a little. Emmet doesn't want to go anywhere. He just doesn't want to overwhelm or pressure. ]
Yes. I will stay as long as you want me to. [ like an afterthought: ] And maybe I will also add Gliscor to the list.
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Too much? Too clingy? Codependent, overly reliant, unable to work on his own? It's old, irrational doubts, made new again by— all this, and too many sleepless nights, insistent, unhappy dreams here bleeding into the waking world. News cycles grasping for answers that aren't there to find. Sensationalist tabloids throwing whatever they can at the wall to see if it sticks. His own thoughts, sometimes, fruitless nights spent wondering.
Old, papered over things from when it'd much more recently occurred. That's all it is. He knows it is. And yet the looming shadow of them stills his tongue anyway. Even saying he'd missed Ingo had seemed like a bit too much back on the beach. (He'd also convinced himself he was jumping at shadows just because he thought he'd recognized something familiar in a stranger. Isn't that sign enough he's not good at letting things go?) Not knowing the correct tracks to follow...
The uncertainty is annoying. The billow of his mane lashes about unhappily. It's energy that goes nowhere, though the red edges of his fur blur just a little. Emmet doesn't want to go anywhere. He just doesn't want to overwhelm or pressure. ]
Yes. I will stay as long as you want me to. [ like an afterthought: ] And maybe I will also add Gliscor to the list.