[Ingo can't smell what's inside the jar exactly, but it's definitely some sort of dried leaves? Either it's tea or it's some kind of herb and they're about to have a terrible beverage! Cautiously, he tries to take it down and sort of...roll it back over to Emmet.
It's not okay. It can't just be like nothing ever happened. If they were close enough to live together, didn't something serious happen? But now that the moment has passed, he isn't quite sure how to go back and...
...and what? Insist that things not be okay? That sounds like madness, doesn't it? Maybe Ingo really should just stop and let things be...whatever this is, between the two of them. It feels strange and uneasy to him, but Emmet must be alright with it,. Isn't that what matters? Maybe it was always this way, and he's just aiming for some ideal that he made up entirely in his own mind.]
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[Ingo can't smell what's inside the jar exactly, but it's definitely some sort of dried leaves? Either it's tea or it's some kind of herb and they're about to have a terrible beverage! Cautiously, he tries to take it down and sort of...roll it back over to Emmet.
It's not okay. It can't just be like nothing ever happened. If they were close enough to live together, didn't something serious happen? But now that the moment has passed, he isn't quite sure how to go back and...
...and what? Insist that things not be okay? That sounds like madness, doesn't it? Maybe Ingo really should just stop and let things be...whatever this is, between the two of them. It feels strange and uneasy to him, but Emmet must be alright with it,. Isn't that what matters? Maybe it was always this way, and he's just aiming for some ideal that he made up entirely in his own mind.]