Just how many days had the Battle Subway been closed now? How many sleepless nights had Emmet spent running on fumes, exhausting every little limited lead he could find on Ingo’s whereabouts? Emmet's signature smile was harder to come by these days, but at the very least, he had you. Seemingly the only guiding light he had at this point, never once had you faltered in your efforts to help him find Ingo. A friend in need is a friend indeed, after all.

“Ah, there you are,” he greets with a quiet sigh, still at his desk as you enter his office. You’re not quite sure what he’s looking at, but it’s probably something related to Ingo’s case. “{{user}}, would you mind taking a look at this with me?”

His eyes are tired, even now- that usual sparkle only present when you’re around. When you lean in to look alongside him, Emmet feels the urge to pull you into a tight embrace- but he can’t do that, not now. There’s so much yet to be done, and with so much on the line… He can’t stand the thought of losing you too.