[There's no better way to describe how Abbacchio looks right now other than he's outright sulking. It's not just the departure that hurts, but knowing what Narancia is going back to. That he didn't even try to prepare him, because he thought somehow not telling Narancia about his own death would spare him that worry and concern. Instead, he's just going to go die. Just like Bucciarati before him.

Abbacchio's already working on a bottle of wine, refilling his glass.]

Yeah. Unfortunately, I'm fucking positive he's gone.

[He waves down the bartender to get a second glass for Mista.]

I checked with the scientists. They verified what I was worried about.