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[inthebiblicalsense]

[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.

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[inthebiblicalsense]

[Abel tries his best to be an adult about the fact that he is saying no, because that's why he asked. He doesn't want to just use him for sex or a distraction.

They've graduated from saying you don't have to ask, because he gets now why that isn't right, even if it felt nice when he'd said it to him. He squeezes Alexei's hands, still facing him and let's them fall into his lap.]

Well, I could take a nap with you, or I could let you take one by yourself.

You decide.

[reargunner]

[He does think about it, because despite the fact he invited Abel over to at least reassure him he wasn't going to dump him and he didn't hate him, he's still not happy with what's going on and doesn't see why he should be.]

If you're tired, yeah, you can stay.

[Because he's not really feeling like being watched while he's sleeping right now.]

Think I just need to not have to think about anything for a bit.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He isn't really tired himself, but it feels odd to just leave after their conversation.]

Well... I'll let you sleep then, I'm not tired. But, text me later? We could watch something, I'll see if I can make you dinner? [He might have to ask John for the ingredients, but he doesn't feel that bad about it since it's for Cain.]

[reargunner]

Mm. Sure thing.

[Non-committal, he knows, but he's feeling all kinds of Ways and can't be sure where his head is going to be at later.

He pushes himself up to his feet and hooks his thumbs into his pockets, his chin tilted up just a little as he looks at Abel.]

I'll see you, then.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[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.]