[Nothing much has been reaching Ingo, wherever he is right now. He doesn't want it to. If he thinks about things, or talks too much to anyone, he's afraid he'll fall apart entirely. And he can't do that. He has to still be here when Emmet comes home.
More movement. His reaction is slow, sluggish in eventually glancing over - were it anyone else, he'd probably have just tuned right back out. But he's come home.]
Emmet -
[Ingo's voice comes out in a too-quiet gasp. It isn't easy to force himself out of that fuzzy, half-present state, but it's Emmet. Being here for Emmet now is the only thing that matters. He drags his heavy limbs into motion. One hand clutches at Emmet; the other is already closed in a tight fist, and just presses against him as well.
He is, at least, wearing a clean shirt. He had just enough presence of mind to change, and hide his own bloody clothes somewhere they won't be found until he can burn them.]
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More movement. His reaction is slow, sluggish in eventually glancing over - were it anyone else, he'd probably have just tuned right back out. But he's come home.]
Emmet -
[Ingo's voice comes out in a too-quiet gasp. It isn't easy to force himself out of that fuzzy, half-present state, but it's Emmet. Being here for Emmet now is the only thing that matters. He drags his heavy limbs into motion. One hand clutches at Emmet; the other is already closed in a tight fist, and just presses against him as well.
He is, at least, wearing a clean shirt. He had just enough presence of mind to change, and hide his own bloody clothes somewhere they won't be found until he can burn them.]