[He almost says something, asks another question, but no. He's processing, and he's allowed to do that. It just doesn't feel right still and Abel pushes himself up off the couch.
Any sort of relief he'd been feeling is starting to fade into uncertainty. He doesn't ask if he can give him a kiss before he leaves because he's afraid of the answer, squeezing his arm instead.]
Bye.
[And with one last lingering look at Alexei, he leaves.]
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Any sort of relief he'd been feeling is starting to fade into uncertainty. He doesn't ask if he can give him a kiss before he leaves because he's afraid of the answer, squeezing his arm instead.]
Bye.
[And with one last lingering look at Alexei, he leaves.]