[ There was part of him that worried about leaving him even just long enough to pack him a few things, slowly slipping away with a nod. He just had to paw through his stuff a little, right?
He gave him a quick glance before he moved in to rifle through the closet. A bag, a suitcase, anything...? The longer he looked the more anxious he felt about Abbacchio sitting alone, muttering to himself as he finally grabbed a simple sheet and started dumping clothes into the middle of it. A makeshift bag, at least it was something. He was trying to pack fast, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. ]
Black, black, black...
[ He was careful to make sure that was all he was grabbing, not willing to risk pulling something that would further upset his friend. Finally satisfied that he had enough he stopped to stare at the other man's make-up for a moment. Definitely no mascara or eyeliner or whatever he usually put on his eyes, but the lipstick? That he slid into his pocket before tying the sheet up and slinging it over his shoulder.
Abbacchio didn't need someone else to be emotional an weak for him, his expression resolute once he stood beside him again and held out his hand. Well, as resolute as he could look with his brow furrowed the way it was. ]
Come on, let's go.
[ Leaving wouldn't make him stop hurting, but the sooner they left the less he would worry about Abba doing something stupid. ]
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He gave him a quick glance before he moved in to rifle through the closet. A bag, a suitcase, anything...? The longer he looked the more anxious he felt about Abbacchio sitting alone, muttering to himself as he finally grabbed a simple sheet and started dumping clothes into the middle of it. A makeshift bag, at least it was something. He was trying to pack fast, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. ]
Black, black, black...
[ He was careful to make sure that was all he was grabbing, not willing to risk pulling something that would further upset his friend. Finally satisfied that he had enough he stopped to stare at the other man's make-up for a moment. Definitely no mascara or eyeliner or whatever he usually put on his eyes, but the lipstick? That he slid into his pocket before tying the sheet up and slinging it over his shoulder.
Abbacchio didn't need someone else to be emotional an weak for him, his expression resolute once he stood beside him again and held out his hand. Well, as resolute as he could look with his brow furrowed the way it was. ]
Come on, let's go.
[ Leaving wouldn't make him stop hurting, but the sooner they left the less he would worry about Abba doing something stupid. ]