[This dumb boy? This dumb boy. It's a good thing Emil can't see Lalli, like, shoot this look up at the ceiling—not because he's annoyed at Emil, per se, but because he once again has no clue how Emil's mind even works. Was he upset? Yes. Was he upset at Emil? No! Not... really. Anyway, explaining this feels like a monumental chore, especially when things are looking better than they've looked in the past twelve or so hours; he's still expecting the other shoe to drop at any moment, of course, but for the next few minutes at least...
Well! There's a mental nudge of acknowledgement—yes, mom, he'll be back before it gets too dark outside, mom—before he decides to actually use his words.]
...Are you there now?
[Because if he's in the room Lalli doesn't want to come back to it! Except that's, you know, a total lie.]
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Well! There's a mental nudge of acknowledgement—yes, mom, he'll be back before it gets too dark outside, mom—before he decides to actually use his words.]
...Are you there now?
[Because if he's in the room Lalli doesn't want to come back to it! Except that's, you know, a total lie.]