infinitegrin | 3rd Station ➲ Written

3rd Station ➲ Written

[Emmet woke one morning with an unpleasant surprise: Ingo was gone, as were all of his things. After a while, he found a few things left behind intentionally. And so Emmet begins his little message; it's written in slow, legible and careful handwriting.]

Subway Boss Ingo has left the station known as Luceti and has thankfully returned to the Gear Station located in Nimbasa, Unova.

He has left farewell letters of varying length for the following people:

• Silver
• Miss Hilda
• Miss Mei
~~• Gold~~
• Miss Yellow
• Red
• Green
• Cilan
• Miss Platina
• Masaomi Kida
• Hiccup
• Miss Shiemi

I'm holding onto the letters, so if you like, please come and see me to receive your letter. I currently reside in Community Building #1, 7th floor, room #34.

((OOC: Lommy hadn't written actual letters, but she stated that letters were all written for her CR, so the list is composed of the characters on her CR post! Feel free to decide what was said by Ingo to your characters.))

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[...What...

What was Ingo thinking? What was going through Ingo's mind when he told him about his own father?...

...]

...It's better than he went home first. I wish you two could've gone together, too.

[And he feels the same way about Gold. He fidgets and can't bring himself to look at Emmet.]

I know. I agree, but... this is the way it is. So this is the line we must travel down...

[That's okay, Emmet just wants to hug you closer to him anyway, so he can rest his head on you. He needs that more than anything else.]

As long as we're linked together, we can travel it together. It'll be easier, together...

[It won't be easier. It will be harder. Right now it will be easier, but he can deal with it. He can be that supporting pillar. He just hopes that everyone else leaves first and not the other way around. He'd rather be here for lifetimes too long before leaving any of them behind.]

Yeah.

[That's something that he might have said in denial. Something he might have said to try to reassure himself. Right now, he just says it for Emmet. He doesn't look comforted or satisfied by the response at all. Silver goes to rub at his eyes before Emmet really gets settled in- he's lucky that he yawns as he does so. It makes it look less like he was wiping away stray tears and more like he's as tired as he is.

And the last thing he wants is to get caught crying. It's the most childish and selfish thing he could do. Ingo and Gold are safer at home. Happier at home. They won't have to worry about experiments or drafts or people leaving them behind or seeing people they care about hurt.]

[He might have not noticed it, in any other context, but in this moment those tears don't get by him.]

It's okay... it's alright to cry. I want to cry, too. It hurts to be left behind. We can cry together, right?

[No, no it's not. He's too old to...

...]

...You first. [Then maybe, maybe he'll be willing to release some of his restraint. Maybe.

That's a scary thought.]

[That's so... expected. And slightly tacky. but he just snickers as he comes in, humoring the eccentricity of that and slipping a hand into his pocket]

Thank you for having me.

[As he kicks off his shoes]

[Oh! Well. Yes okay. Emmet inhales, exhales...]

I'm happy he's home... but of course I'm sad. I'm not sure if I can do this without him. It's so unfair... to think that Ingo went so long without me, too.

It'll be okay... I can make it, like Ingo did. But only because I have so many of his friends to look out for... and because he has family. Which... means I have family, too.

[The tears are a bit slow, but they do come. He wipes them away from his eyes, just because they make his skin itch, but he doesn't hide the fact that he's crying from Silver. He's asking Silver to be open, so he should do the same.]

...It might have been easier for him, y'know. He started out alone here and gained more as he went on. He didn't have to see you deal with some of the things we did. [Like that hurricane. Or the draft. Or the slew of experiments he had to deal with before Emmet got here.] You started out with him here, and now he's been torn away from you. [It's painful to lack something important, but it's more painful to have it taken away after having it.]

I don't know. [He doesn't know at all. He doesn't understand. It's frustrating and he wants to be angry about it but he doesn't have the energy to. Even if he did, he doesn't have to will to be angry. All he can do is submit to being passive. Maybe if Gold was here, he could get a rise out of him and make him release the sick, disgusting feeling he has stewing in him out. Maybe he could blow off steam and know that he isn't alone and deal with it better, but he can't because Gold isn't here and even if he sees him at home again he won't remember that he's family and he won't see him again anyway because he'll be off chasing the dad that he still so selfishly wants.] It was a lot easier when I was little. [It wasn't easy, but it was easier. He had three things to worry about. He had one person to care about. That was all he needed. It hurt at the beginning, but he doesn't remember the beginning.

He feels the stinging from tears welling up in his eyes. He can feel his throat start to lock up. He doesn't want to cry, but Emmet wants him to cry and let it all out. Maybe he knows better. Maybe he doesn't. He's willing to listen to anything at this point, even "be open with me and cry with me".]

I don't know what to do.

[He has no idea what to do. He is small and insignificant and overwhelmed and out of control and hurt and there's nothing he can do but cry about it and hope it makes him feel better.

It won't. He still won't know what to do.]

I don't know very well, either...

[Emmet's voice is quiet, and he rubbed Silver's neck. He was still sniffing, a bit, and he used his other hand to wipe his eyes again.]

We just have to keep running. Adhere to the schedule... and build ourselves back up, once we're done crying. But being upset is an important part of an unexpected schedule. So, first order on the schedule, one station at a time, right?

[He's trying to give Silver just a little bit of direction. What little direction he has for himself, at least.]

That's not good enough. [He has to do something else. Something more. He reaches for Emmet's arm and pulls it around himself, hoping that Emmet will hug him- because if nothing else, he wants that vague reassurance that someone he- someone he considers family is right there, right next to him.

He thinks back to Blue. He thinks back to Crys. There was a time when all he needed was Blue. There was a time when all he needed was Gold, Blue, and Crys.

For a second, he sincerely thinks that he wants to go back to that time. That's the same second that he really, truly lets out a sob and starts shaking his head as if it will make that thought go away.]

I'm sorry. It's the best I can do...

[Emmet does hug Silver, and he holds him very close. He needs this, more than anything else. He needs someone impacted as strongly as he was. Who loved Ingo nearly as much as he did.]

I miss him. I'll see him again someday, but I miss him so much. I was so stupid, I didn't think at all about what it'd be like when he went home.

I didn't make any preparations... I'm not ready. I'm not ready at all...

...How do you prepare for someone leaving? [He's completely leaning against Emmet by now; if Emmet were to move, he'd fall over.

Silver tries to look up at Emmet to hear his answer to the question, but his vision is obscured. How do you prepare for someone important to you just vanishing, possibly for good?]

You brace for it. You decide what you're going to do afterwards. It still hurts, but at least then... you have some sort of plan.

[There's a weak laugh! At least he can take solace in the fact that Ingo is still alive, just gone. That he'll see Ingo again someday. His mother, though... she was gone for good.

Inhale, and shaky exhale.]

I can still piece together something. I'm better at thinking on my feet. I should ask if I can move in with someone, since I don't want to live alone... that's my second step, right now.

[Cilan's a little surprised at the gesture, but it's easy to figure out what Emmet's asking for. After a moment he nods, setting his tea aside and moving closer.

It's not as cuddly as the chocolates-induced hugging was back during the last shift, but Cilan is willing to accept the hug, and hug him back in return. Maybe a little awkward and making it obvious that he doesn't have a lot of experience getting to hug more people that are not his brothers or his Pokemon, but certainly not stiff and the sentiment is clearly there.]

...I'm sorry. [We're sorry that the two of you have to be separated again because of this place.]

[That's fine, Emmet doesn't need cuddly. He clings onto Cilan, holding him tight and close.]

Thank you.

[All he wants now is this shoulder to rest his head on. That's all he needs, right now... already, he seems to calm. He's still got someone to rely on, even if he worries that he's asking too much.]

From here on out, please, count on me to help you with anything.

It's nice to have company! You're welcome to visit this home station at any time!

[Emmet tips his hat as he says that, stepping a bit easily into the typical Subway Boss professionalism.]

I didn't get to know you before Ingo left, but I'm still here! I should meet you, too.

[That's good. If our hug really is helping you feel better, then Cilan's glad. At Emmet's words, he smiles slightly.]

Alright...if it's okay, then please allow us to rely on you a little as well. [But today, and possibly for a little while longer, our main concern is looking out for you. He'll sit here in this spot with you for as long as you want us to.]

[You're a good friend, Cilan! A truly great one. Even if things got complicated, Emmet is glad that he met you.]

...Would you consider moving into this room with me? I'm not accustomed to living alone.

[Well okay maybe he needs to complicate things just a bit more.]

[nani--that's not exactly something he was expecting to hear]

Really? [We practically live right next door already, but he's still a little surprised that you'd offer for him to live here.] You wouldn't mind sharing the same space as us here?

[Then again, you're Emmet, of course you wouldn't mind considering you're the one who asked us to stay here, but the reason Cilan is asking to confirm it might have something to do with the last serious discussion we had, regarding whether you still had romantic feelings for us or not from that shift.]

Of course not, as long as you'd like to.

[There's really no elaboration needed on that!]

[...Heh.] Ingo lived in a really quiet building before you got here. I convinced him to move here since there are more people. [Sure, at the time it was only half out of concern and half out of the need of a distraction, but look at where he is now.

...Is he really never going to see Ingo ever again?...] Make sure you're not lonely, alright?

Would it be okay if I asked you to stay here, for some time? Just until I can get a roommate, I suppose.

[Well we wouldn't want to make things unintentionally awkward for you if you were still harboring romantic feelings for us, that's all! But Cilan doesn't know that the shift finally wore off on you, hence his slight concern in that regard.

But...would it really change anything if we were living here rather than a few feet away and separated by a wall? Maybe, maybe not. It would certainly be a little less lonely, and that's something either one of them could probably stand to do without, especially Emmet who has to start dealing with being here without Ingo now.]

Well...if you're sure, then I don't suppose it could hurt. [At least for a little while, or in the possibility of Ingo somehow returning here.]

Thank you. Thank you sincerely.

[He's very, very grateful! He still hugs Cilan.]

I know I'm being selfish...

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