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yeah.
im

i dont know what the say
i just didn't want to disappoint you
i fucking disappoint myself all the time

Hey. I understand, okay? And I know if Moody Blues hadn't told me, you would've in your own time. You did what was right for you, and that's okay.

Are you still with Mista?

yeah
i told him to make sure i didn't do anything stupid
in retrospect maybe i shouldn't have asked mista

thats a joke
i know i can count on him

Honestly, it's just nice to see you're up to making jokes at all. I think Mista would forgive you for making them at his expense.

Would it help to borrow Arnold for a while? I'm sure he'd like to spend time with you.

im trying.
i know mohammed wouldn't

he wouldnt want me to regress
and i m trying not to

i dont know
maybe
but i want both of you
is that shitty

No, it's not. Not even a little bit. And it's not selfish, either, if you were thinking that too.

I love you. I want nothing but the best for you. So of course I want to be there to help, that's what family is for.

And

and even if you do regress, that's not the end of the world, either. You don't have to be perfect and you don't always have to be strong. That's why Arnold and me and Mista and everyone will be there for you, so it's okay if you mess up. That's why we're here. So if you stumble, we can help you back up again.

i dont want to just take you away from what you're doing
you have your own life
shouldnt be babysitting your sad brother
i knew that this was gonna happen one day and i get all fucked up about it anyway

but id
like it if you were around too
just for a bit

You know, I...

I was about to say something really positive, you know? And strong, and reassuring. Because I want to be all of that for you right now.

But then I thought, the truth is, if people really can up and just disappear like that, with no warning, then...the way I really feel is, that the last thing I want is to not be with you.

Actually...it makes me not want to be away from you for even a single second.

well you're gonna have to use the bathroom at some point
so you gotta be away from me at some point sorellina

but yeah i know the feeling
and
i want you here
you and arnold both

You're so gross...

Okay. Let me get some stuff together and then we'll be right over.

ok
thanks again

[She doesn't hurry over as fast as she can, because she knows deep down that Abbacchio wouldn't want her to, but she does make good time — leaving a note on the table for Rohan, collecting Arnold and some of his toys, and packing a few things into a backpack Just In Case™ before locking up and setting out.

Within the hour, she's tapping at the door.]

Niichan? We're here, hello!

[By the time Reimi arrives, Abbacchio has managed to clean himself up a bit. His face is missing most of the makeup, except his lipstick. Really, that's his own fault for not asking Mista to bring anything, but then again he didn't really give a shit at the time. Abbacchio isn't sure he cares much right now either.

He opens the door, wordlessly stepping forward and pulling Reimi into a hug, closing his eyes. Moody Blues did his best, but he's genuinely glad to have the real deal right now.]

Hey.

Hi, you.

[He's warm, and tall, and just the right height for her to rest her head against his chest and listen to his heart beating. And he really does look like he's been through yet another hell he doesn't deserve — he has that deflated, sort of wrung-out look to him that always comes with someone who's been crying and crying.

She's a teenage girl. She's an expert in what it looks like, when your heart breaks and all the tears come pouring out until there's nothing left inside you.

Tail wagging, Arnold sidles up to Abbacchio's leg and nudges against it, pressing his furry side against the backs of his knees as he walks a slow circle around them, reminding them both of his presence as well.]

You look like crap, you know.

Huh, well, that's funny seeing as how I also feel like crap.

[Upon feeling Arnold's affection, Abbacchio spares a hand to reach down and pet his head, scratching behind the ears.]

Hi to you too, Arnold.

C'mon. Let's both go inside.

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Sounds good to me. C'mon, Arnold.

[She doesn't pull away entirely, though, even if she does sort of shift so that she's standing next to Abbacchio instead of hugging him, still with one arm around his waist as she does.]

Have you been eating? I know sometimes when I'm really upset, I don't feel like it or I just plain forget. But we could make something, maybe. Together?

I haven't really, no. Cooking seems way easier when you've got more than your own mouth to feed.

[He leans his head onto the top of hers, closing his eyes, letting out an uneasy breath. No amount of preparation for himself meant anything; he still feels like an utter disaster. And he thinks back briefly to the day Narancia disappeared, and how he went to Avdol, drunk and weeping and begging him to live.

No. He has to think about something else. Right. The two of them, eating.]

What do you want?

Hmmm...

[She thinks a minute, turning over notions of comfort food in her head, measuring them against the benchmark of things that a pair could do together, to stay preoccupied and have some fun.]

Let's make a pizza! I've actually never made one, but you can teach me, right?

Sure I can. At least better than Chef Tony. [He says that wryly. As if a kid couldn't make a better pizza out of a bagel, tomato sauce, and cheese.] Margherita pizza it is. ...That's assuming Mista has any ingredients. I actually have no idea if he even cooks for himself.

Guess we can check, though.

And since the oven is going to be hot anyway, we can make cookies, too! That'll be fun, we can make them really gooey and hot and eat them while they're still warm.

[Does it help that she knows pizza is his favorite? Of course, but no one ever said that having the inside track was against the rules.]

But you're right, I guess it'll depend on what Mista's got.

The one thing I doubt he has is yeast, but hey, maybe he'll surprise me. Time to raid his kitchen.

[He rubs his cheek against her forehead once before slipping away into the kitchen. Time to raid.

A bit of a rundown and there isn't a hell of a lot going on as far as ingredients go. There are some basic essentials but definitely no yeast. A chocolate bar they can probably cut up to use as chocolate chips for the cookies at least.

Still. It's a conundrum.]

I don't have high hopes for a yeastless pizza.

Awww, no! What a bummer. I mean, I guess we could go get some, or...well, is there anything we could make with what's here?

[MISTA YOU LET US DOWN BUD WE WERE COUNTING ON YOU]

Oh yeah, we can make something here. I can show you how to make some pasta from scratch if you want, or we could probably pull off some gnocchi.

Pizza can wait another day.

Oooh! Pasta from scratch, that sounds like fun! It's much better that way, right? Than just getting it out of a box, I mean.

Hmmm, pasta and cheese is pretty much a meal in itself. Yeah, I think we'll be okay!

Box is fine, but it does taste better made from scratch. It's only a bit longer. Think you can get a pot of boiling water ready?

[He snorts a little bit.]

Sure, okay. God, I wish he had something else other than salami in the fridge.

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