An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"I couldn't sleep. Going outside for a while always helped before, but..." Ingo trails off, looking up at the clear, empty sky. "Can I ask a stupid question?"
Emmet hums in consideration. "No such thing. Ask away."
"Where did all the stars go?"
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Ingo can't sleep. He and Emmet have a talk.

















