“[…] in order to avoid a catastrophic memory failure.”

He heard a snort the next room over, and Emmet was about to chalk it up to Pokemon antics when the apartment’s silence was broken by a suitably loud, “What did you just call me?”

Though there was no need to tamp down on a smile, he fought as hard as he could not to let the answering bark of laughter escape.

“Apologies,” He eked instead, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism, “My brother believes he is funny. He is correct.”

There a slightly-more-distant “HA!”