[ Even if it was more than half-hearted that little jab at him was enough to make him smile weakly, if only to himself. The squeeze that he'd gotten in return was more reassuring than he expected it to be, at least he was responsive.
That was something to be grateful about.
Mista clicked his tongue slightly, letting out a huff through his nose before glancing at Abbacchio and pursing his lips. ]
Well, now I'm definitely gonna change them, give you proof that I actually do my laundry sometimes...
[It's small enough to be missed, but there is a tiny smile on Abbacchio's face when Mista looks back. It's tired, faint, and the grief in his eyes are still apparent, but he's still grateful to not be alone right now.]
Huh, so you say. Well, don't lie; Moody Blues and I will know for sure.
[ Moody Blues. MOODY BLUES. It was Mista's turn to squeeze his hand, but this time it wasn't something meant to make him feel better, it was the kneejerk reaction that came along with a very sudden and very real fear.
Somehow he still managed to walk, leading the other man along as he twisted slightly to look him right in the eye. It was dark enough that Abbacchio couldn't see any colour in his cheeks, right? ]
N-no!! Definitely don't do that! I promise they're clean, I have to make sure they are!!
[ Did it occur to him that Abbacchio was only teasing him about his laundry? Not in the least bit, instead he was more focused on the fact that no one ever needed to see what happened in his room. ]
[ A relief in more ways than one, not only that he'd managed to make him snort but also...well, it wasn't that he really thought Abbacchio would check on the happenings in his room right now, but he did have some shame.
Not a lot, but enough.
He furrowed his brow, letting out a snort of his own as he faced forward again and pulled Abbacchio a little farther up so they could almost walk side by side. ]
Holy shit, don't make it sound like that's all I do! I do lots of things!
[ Ugh. Wait. Maybe it was actually him not thinking his words through, or maybe it was the fact that he didn't mind being the butt of another joke if it meant that Abbacchio might feel even a tiny bit less numb for a second. ]
Other things, not weird things! Not that jerking off is weird or anything but you know what I mean...
[ There was a possibility that it would take an entire village to keep Abbacchio headed in the right direction, but at least there wouldn't be a question of who the idiot was. ]
Other things, huh. Yeah, I don't really wanna know about those either.
[It's a little better, walking up close enough so that they're basically side by side. Like he didn't need Mista to practically drag him out of his own apartment.
Well, at least he asked him to do that before he did something stupid, like go out drinking at bars or something.]
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[There's a moment of silence, then he squeezes Mista's hand.]
...It's okay. I'm just givin' you shit. I don't really care about it.
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That was something to be grateful about.
Mista clicked his tongue slightly, letting out a huff through his nose before glancing at Abbacchio and pursing his lips. ]
Well, now I'm definitely gonna change them, give you proof that I actually do my laundry sometimes...
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Huh, so you say. Well, don't lie; Moody Blues and I will know for sure.
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Somehow he still managed to walk, leading the other man along as he twisted slightly to look him right in the eye. It was dark enough that Abbacchio couldn't see any colour in his cheeks, right? ]
N-no!! Definitely don't do that! I promise they're clean, I have to make sure they are!!
[ Did it occur to him that Abbacchio was only teasing him about his laundry? Not in the least bit, instead he was more focused on the fact that no one ever needed to see what happened in his room. ]
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I'll take your word for it. Hate to rewind and witness you jacking off or something.
[Which isn't his business what Mista gets up to, and he really doesn't care.]
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Not a lot, but enough.
He furrowed his brow, letting out a snort of his own as he faced forward again and pulled Abbacchio a little farther up so they could almost walk side by side. ]
Holy shit, don't make it sound like that's all I do! I do lots of things!
[ Ugh. Wait. Maybe it was actually him not thinking his words through, or maybe it was the fact that he didn't mind being the butt of another joke if it meant that Abbacchio might feel even a tiny bit less numb for a second. ]
Other things, not weird things! Not that jerking off is weird or anything but you know what I mean...
[ There was a possibility that it would take an entire village to keep Abbacchio headed in the right direction, but at least there wouldn't be a question of who the idiot was. ]
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[It's a little better, walking up close enough so that they're basically side by side. Like he didn't need Mista to practically drag him out of his own apartment.
Well, at least he asked him to do that before he did something stupid, like go out drinking at bars or something.]