EmoNarc stampedes back and forth in apparent deep concentration. He holds his left hand near his mouth as he juggles his fingers inward. Outside, the grass is greenest, and the sky bluest, but there is unmounted dissonance in this kitchen. This is stress in its purest form.
"What's wrong sweety?" Newgrounds asks, hands laced on her lap as she sits on an old wooden chair, her head curiously cocked to one side, her bright blue eyes beaming brightly.
EmoNarc stutters a bit. "I don't know what-- how-- no, what to say, and I'm very-- really sorry about this, and I don't know-- I'm so sorry."
NG flutters her eyelids, her beautiful eyelids.
"It wasn't intentional, but then how would you believe me, you and me, and me?" NG's eyebrows slant outwards. EmoNarc continues. "Okay, I'll just say it then ... I ... I cheated on you!"
NGs eyes dart to the floor, and her face goes blank, and there is a silence, and her mouth opens slightly.
"It was with Kongregate, and it only happened once. I'm so sorry."
Silence consumes.
"Will you ever forgive me?" EmoNarc says, with his palms at his waist faced up and an earnest expression.