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.
[he hesitates at that, an inkling of sobriety entering his expression... and the priest shakes his head, voice dropped to a murmur.]
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...
[W-wow, not allowed to pull that card on her when he traipses around always trying to bear the world on HIS by himself!!
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...!]
no subject
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...
no subject
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...!]