[ Abel can feel that dwindling, shrinking connection that was already tenuous at best, and some part of him wants to stubbornly reach out - to clutch, grasp at Makoto and drag the Kenoma back to him. it's a childish urge, and an impossible one at that; it defeats the purpose entirely, doesn't it? Abel wants Makoto to want to be 'here,' as it were. that he had reached out at all... it says a great deal, and the priest realizes he has to take what he can get, cannot be needlessly greedy.
but suppose he has always been a greedy creature when it comes to such things.
there's a pause; for Makoto's sake, Abel is tempering and suffocating the tumultuous churn of sentiments - a tall ask for a man like him, but God if he isn't trying - before his reply formulates, cautiously bereft of anything but a well-mannered politeness. ]
Then... let's skip the usual song and dance.
[ Makoto is in no mood, and Abel, perhaps, feels no overwhelming urge to indulge in meaningless back and forth, either. if anything... perhaps the urge to get to the heart of the matter is bearing down on him with pressing need as well. ]
Tell me; how would you feel about that drink? Tonight, if you would.
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but suppose he has always been a greedy creature when it comes to such things.
there's a pause; for Makoto's sake, Abel is tempering and suffocating the tumultuous churn of sentiments - a tall ask for a man like him, but God if he isn't trying - before his reply formulates, cautiously bereft of anything but a well-mannered politeness. ]
Then... let's skip the usual song and dance.
[ Makoto is in no mood, and Abel, perhaps, feels no overwhelming urge to indulge in meaningless back and forth, either. if anything... perhaps the urge to get to the heart of the matter is bearing down on him with pressing need as well. ]
Tell me; how would you feel about that drink? Tonight, if you would.