[Separate rooms! That's common enough in Jubilife houses, but not in the Clan; Ingo's only stayed over in places like that as a guest. But then Emmet goes on, and he feels foolish for having commented on something so mundane.]
Ah. Well. Thank you?
[Is that what he's supposed to say? Ingo doesn't remember the room or how he left it; that doesn't matter to him. But to think of Emmet carefully maintaining that space for him, all this time...a large part of him wishes he hadn't been so mired down in that loss, but a smaller part is...a bit gratified to know that he'd been missed so much. And then he feels guilty for that, so.]
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[Separate rooms! That's common enough in Jubilife houses, but not in the Clan; Ingo's only stayed over in places like that as a guest. But then Emmet goes on, and he feels foolish for having commented on something so mundane.]
Ah. Well. Thank you?
[Is that what he's supposed to say? Ingo doesn't remember the room or how he left it; that doesn't matter to him. But to think of Emmet carefully maintaining that space for him, all this time...a large part of him wishes he hadn't been so mired down in that loss, but a smaller part is...a bit gratified to know that he'd been missed so much. And then he feels guilty for that, so.]