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Ingo was supposed to be gone - he had been gone for three years! - and Emmett was supposed to have moved on - except how could he just pretend his brother hadn't vanished and his whole life derailed and Emmet couldn't cope - and a pessimistic side of him had never expected to see Ingo again.
So why was he here, right before Emmet's eyes, looking tired and dishevelled and different, but still very much alive? Right now, Emmet didn't care how it had happened, just lunging forward and pulling Ingo into a hug, rocking them both from side to side and unable to find any words but deciding that it didn't matter - because the only thing that mattered was how Ingo had returned to him.