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BECAUSE WE GIVE NEGATIVE SHITS AND LOVE SUBWAYS

IT'S PRETTY SELF EXPLANATORY MAN

SILVER'S EXISTENCE CREATES INTERESTING PROBLEMS

SUBWAY DEPOT AGENTS ARE ALL PRECIOUS BABBIES

HILDA IS CRAZY

EMMET IS SAD

INGO IS DATING ELESA?!?!?!

AND SOMEHOW WE WILL ALL WORK IT OUT LIKE A COMPLETELY DYSFUNCTIONAL SUBWAY FAMILY

BECAUSE WE CAN

AND ENTER HILBERT

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[He's just standing in line to check out the food...]

[And he shows Emmet a tub of Enigma berry ice cream.

He has no idea how much it costs, but he presents it to Emmet anyway. He's calm about it, but it is very clear that there is some inner part of him deep inside that's going can we get it can we can we please please please-]

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[Emmet isn't quite a fan of spicy things, but he knows how much Silver loves it. He takes the ice cream, grinning widely.]

Oooh, I didn't know this was in season! Lucky us, huh? Though you'll have to stick around to eat it! These don't keep long, even in the freezer.

[He didn't even know it existed. It will be his first time trying it.

But he nods. Okay. (little do they know that it will be gone within one sitting if Silver has his way.)]

[You won't get your way, dads will be responsible and tell you to savor it slowly.]

Alright, let's head home and make some soup!

[By the time they tell him, it'll already be gone.

To soup making!]

[Not on Emmet's watch! Or the joltiks', they're also good babysitters in that they are very squeaky alarm systems.

But yes, they come home and make some phở. Emmet's careful to be quiet until he comes into the bedroom with a tray and the bowl.]

Ingo? C'mon, wake up, we made soup for you.

[mnrrrrrgdkj but he doesn't--... ... oh, right. Wakefulness.]

...Emmet. [HE STILL LOOKS LIKE DEATH.

But he manages to pull himself into a sitting position with some effort!] Thank you...

[T...aking the tray. He can do this.]

[...Ingo, you are so sick. He can't believe that he was about to go to work like this...]

[Here Silver you come sit with him on the bed next to Ingo. Emmet eases Ingo back, running a hand over his brother's hair.]

Rest easily, okay?

[Here, Emmet will spoon-feed you. Mmmm yummy phở.]

We had the battle with Miss Hilda and with Hilbert. They won, naturally, they're as strong as ever.

[Ingo is too sick to protest much of anything, so he just lets Emmet mother him as he pleases, looking more grateful than anything else (excepting "sick").]

I see. Good for them, of course... [Delicious phở.] Did you two battle smoothly?

[...He doesn't want to talk about the battling because it brings up something he doesn't want to focus on. He wants to focus on Ingo, help him, and make sure he's okay.

But Emmet's already doing that, so he's deadweight. All he can do is helplessly watch and fuss over Ingo without a word.

We did just fine. Silver's such a thoughtful boy, filling in for you!

[Here, you get a hair ruffle, too, Silver.]

What do you think, Silver? Want to train some more to run the Single or Double lines if one of us gets sick?

If you did so well on your first time, I'm sure you could...

[He would be smiling, but.... you know. Busy looking flu-ridden.]

[Huh? But- That-]

...I'll think about it. [Later. Not now.]

It might be a few days before Ingo's back on his feet! Though we can just cancel or reschedule the upcoming appointments.

[Here, eat some more, Ingo, have a bite of hearty beef.]

Does the phở taste good, Ingo?

Hmm. Yes. You made it yourselves, so of course.

[It is really good. ...But--] I hope I'm not holding up your line too much, for you to be here... [Don't take too much out of your day to visit, okay?...]