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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]

With their noses practically touching, Abel gets a good look into the other man's eyes, looking into them to try and catch anything else he might have been quietly keeping to himself, his hands smoothing over his chest, very gently pressing him back so that he can lay back down again.

"I hope you would...I've never done anything to hurt you," he gently reminds him, even when he'd been angry at him, it wasn't like he was yelling at him out of spite. He gives him a gentle kiss of his own, patting his chest reassuringly "Now, you. You're taking a nap, you look tired."

[reargunner]

Not entirely true, yet not enough for him to mention anything. He frowns a little at the way it almost feels like a jab despite knowing that probably isn't how it was meant.

Then he grunts, flopping back down under the light pressure of Abel's hand.

"Anything you need to say, even if it involves me, it's fine," he says, sounding a bit more sure of it this time. "I know you'll... be careful with it."

Then he will settle and shut his eyes, because he very much needs that nap.