[Likewise, Abbacchio waits, assuming Bruno's hand in his will be another brief contact like the touch to his arm before. When it isn't he relaxes - he doesn't actually remember tensing up - just minutely, letting his grip fit more naturally against Bruno's in the same moment his hand is squeezed.
He is not going to say a word about that, lest he shatter whatever it is that's inspired Bruno to take his hand. Instead he focuses on the rest; 'I'll be okay.' This one he believes, with everything unsaid backing it. The resolution is a long way off and any number of things can go wrong, and quickly, but if these intangible somethings - Bruno's will to be okay and his own private, uncertain resolve to try - are where they have to start, then that's that.
They still aren't done. But even Abbacchio can see that this is better than spinning wheels and going nowhere. Maybe for now the hows and whens can be left to be worked out in due time.
Or maybe Abbacchio is drained, and the intangibles can't hold his interest quite like the very tangible feel of a hand on his, and there isn't anything he can pick out to argue over in that admission, anyway.]
I know. [I trust you. He considers then adds,] That's probably enough to satisfy the rest if they start in again.
[This is Abbacchio #trying. But honestly, he lacks all of the demand his voice carried in the earlier part of this conversation - that if is important.]
[Bruno's smile is slight, but it's genuine as it reaches his eyes.]
Let's hope so because I think the next person who asks after my well-being but doesn't accept my answer is getting their mouth zipped shut.
[He's joking. Mostly.]
[Having Abbacchio accept things as they are right now, trusting him, and letting it go for now is enough though to smooth over most of Bruno's irritation. He's been aware that he's needed each of those things at some point or another, but he couldn't have predicted how much he needed all of them at once. It doesn't fix everything, of course, but calling it a relief still seems like an understatement.]
[He pushes off the railing. In doing so, he lets their hands lower, but he still hasn't let go.]
I think it's going to be an early night for me. Are you coming?
[No lie though, call him first if someone's getting their mouth zipped shut. He quirks an eyebrow at that, amused for all he still doesn't laugh. That Bruno's willing to table this discussion for now with something light-hearted relieves Abbacchio in a way he didn't anticipate. He hadn't actually thought this through until the end - throwing the issue down and waiting to see what reaction he got was about all the planning he did. It would have been incredibly easy to make things worse and he's so, so relieved that he didn't. Bruno is alright and will be better; enough.
All things considered, this moment could be a lot more tense. The only thing that qualifies is Abbacchio's focus zeroing in on their hands as he steps away from the railing himself, but another moment is all it takes for his grip to relax again.]
As riveting as standing out here alone in the dark would be, [he gives the railing one last pat with his free hand, like it's a dear friend that really helped out with this.] I'm ready to go.
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He is not going to say a word about that, lest he shatter whatever it is that's inspired Bruno to take his hand. Instead he focuses on the rest; 'I'll be okay.' This one he believes, with everything unsaid backing it. The resolution is a long way off and any number of things can go wrong, and quickly, but if these intangible somethings - Bruno's will to be okay and his own private, uncertain resolve to try - are where they have to start, then that's that.
They still aren't done. But even Abbacchio can see that this is better than spinning wheels and going nowhere. Maybe for now the hows and whens can be left to be worked out in due time.
Or maybe Abbacchio is drained, and the intangibles can't hold his interest quite like the very tangible feel of a hand on his, and there isn't anything he can pick out to argue over in that admission, anyway.]
I know. [I trust you. He considers then adds,] That's probably enough to satisfy the rest if they start in again.
[This is Abbacchio #trying. But honestly, he lacks all of the demand his voice carried in the earlier part of this conversation - that if is important.]
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Let's hope so because I think the next person who asks after my well-being but doesn't accept my answer is getting their mouth zipped shut.
[He's joking.
Mostly.][Having Abbacchio accept things as they are right now, trusting him, and letting it go for now is enough though to smooth over most of Bruno's irritation. He's been aware that he's needed each of those things at some point or another, but he couldn't have predicted how much he needed all of them at once. It doesn't fix everything, of course, but calling it a relief still seems like an understatement.]
[He pushes off the railing. In doing so, he lets their hands lower, but he still hasn't let go.]
I think it's going to be an early night for me. Are you coming?
evening action; 10/27
All things considered, this moment could be a lot more tense. The only thing that qualifies is Abbacchio's focus zeroing in on their hands as he steps away from the railing himself, but another moment is all it takes for his grip to relax again.]
As riveting as standing out here alone in the dark would be, [he gives the railing one last pat with his free hand, like it's a dear friend that really helped out with this.] I'm ready to go.