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Should you face the misfortune of needing to reach the priest,
there are several means of contact. Approach at your own caution.
Simply provide the date and location, and an Abel so shall ye receive.
Amen.
Should you face the misfortune of needing to reach the priest,
there are several means of contact. Approach at your own caution.
Simply provide the date and location, and an Abel so shall ye receive.
Amen.
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it's hard to deny that he recognizes THAT look. it isn't something he's total stranger to, after all-- especially in his time in Mayfield, then Haven. the sight of someone feeling small and lost and afraid... it's simply particularly striking on this face in particular.]
...
[in the end, he doesn't have the heart to force her to let go. he can wait til she slips out to go and get a few things for her. so, he's sliding down to kneel beside her bed, letting her keep hold of him if she wants, and continuing to brush his fingers over her brow and into blue hair in a soothing pattern.]
Mm... maybe it can wait a bit... Maybe I'll wait here a while. How does that sound...?
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coaxingconvincing her a little more... or kicked a sick puppy... but thankfully he doesn't share in her occasionally heartless bad habits...THAT IS
Her eyelids DO slide lower, not wholly closing, and some tension seems to dissipate from her small frame as her hold stays. It'll have to do, as an answer.
...]
I'm... sorry.
["For taking up your time". If her head was clearer, for doing so when he no doubt has countless others to look after would occur to her as well. The sentiment remains the same, however, even if she's still not managing to articulate it coherently.
She just. Knows she shouldn't be clingy now, but. It's hard to help it, alright...? It may be selfish, but it's really unfair too, how he's persistently remained by her side and clawed his way to a unique position that's made letting go, to her of all people, so difficult--!]
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Don't apologize... you of all people don't need to apologize for this.
[for a moment of weakness? please, she is entitled just the same as everyone else to stumble and fall when times are hard. bearing the world on her shoulders is far more a crime in his eyes than this.]
I'm happy. To take care of you... when you're well, when you're sick... or sad, or happy, or... anything in between. You silly girl...
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Not that she
1. has enough spoken things to work with and call him out
2. has half a mind to lecture him about hypocrisy right now
3. is ANY well-placed to lecture anyone about hypocrisy to begin with, whether or not he's actually the only one close to her level
4. GOING BACK ON SPOKEN THINGS.
Hnnnnnnnnnng why does he have to go ahead and say something like THAT--
Do you know what a sick AND flustered puppy looks like, Abel? You SHOULDN'T, because actual puppies don't get like that, and also because he lacks the self-awareness to recognize it, because there's no WAY he hasn't shown a similar expression in the past before.
The small noise at her throat could've as well been one of protest as one of effort - or god knows what, but her grip on his shirt does tighten. She proceeds to bury and hide the whole of her face in his chest (not proving his point, REALLY), as he'll feel a small jolt of electricity - no stronger than the byproduct of fabric static, thankfully - courses through him.
--She didn't mean to send sparks flying (literally...), okay, and power fluctuations is definitely something she's witnessed too, during the last few days. PLEASE LET HER KNOW so she doesn't do it again because she doesn't even realize, as things stand. See, the legitimate reasons for apologies just keep growing...!]