[For a second, Abbacchio is still at the way Mista just embraces him. Not that he can blame him. Slowly, he reaches out and just kind of crushes Mista against himself, his fingers curling against the back of his sweater.]

You're gonna wish you could get rid of me.

[But it's promise. If he has a choice, he's staying for as long as he can. Where the fuck else is he gonna go?]

It matters. [He doesn't explain himself, but it does matter.] I thought about that too, trust me.

I'm gonna be here. All right?