[Abel looks like he's suffered a particularly painful shock, nothing amused or amusing in his face, now. He's making a valiant effort to act like everything's all right, but when he smiles it looks like someone's stuck a knife in his back and a twist is what prompts the expression]

I should've known better. ...I did know better, of course.

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[Assuming he's alone, Abel pauses in his stumbling gait, leaning heavily on the nearest solid bit of wall. Out in the open, not far from what was his apartment, he's looking unremarkably bad, covered in cuts of varying depth and severity. His right arm, wrapped haphazardly in part of one shredded sleeve, is curled in against his chest, and he doesn ( Read more... )