[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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[move along, nothing to see here a thoroughly exhausted Abel is trying to boil water for tea on top of the dishwasher, and it doesn't help that he can't seem to find his glasses (which are propped up on top of his head)]

[pause, big yawn]

Now where did I put those..? Oh my, lost again.

[somewhat unintentionally on the second-level, Abel is seated at a small table with a cup of tea in front of him--or, it used to be tea, anyway. Now it's just a cup of sugar saturated with tea]

[he's smiling, but it's a lot less than cheerful. While he's relieved to be himself again, he's been considering the effect the last couple of "events" ( Read more... )