Abel can see that fact clear as day, but he can't for the life of him figure out what it is. there's an elusive piece of the puzzle hanging just out of his reach; what is it? what is he missing...? he can see it, that guilt that had begun to tread into self-hatred... what had spurned this masochistic ache? the priest doesn't understand its source, and it pains him to see it.
the self-deprecating words that follow that expression make him feel no better. and... he finds himself doing something rather uncharacteristically impulsive, in a moment like this one. ]
...You don't have to keep doing this. [ he knows he shouldn't. it isn't his place, and he's already over-stepped his boundaries. he's a veritable stranger. this man owes him nothing - no, if anything... it's Abel who owes him a debt of gratitude. he'd pulled him from the water, given him shelter... and patiently put up with him ever since.
but he can't seem to make himself stop, once he's started. it's just painful to look at. he feels like he'd go mad, if he let it be. ]
Putting that look on your face. You're smiling, but... it's like looking at a beaten dog.
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Abel can see that fact clear as day, but he can't for the life of him figure out what it is. there's an elusive piece of the puzzle hanging just out of his reach; what is it? what is he missing...? he can see it, that guilt that had begun to tread into self-hatred... what had spurned this masochistic ache? the priest doesn't understand its source, and it pains him to see it.
the self-deprecating words that follow that expression make him feel no better. and... he finds himself doing something rather uncharacteristically impulsive, in a moment like this one. ]
...You don't have to keep doing this. [ he knows he shouldn't. it isn't his place, and he's already over-stepped his boundaries. he's a veritable stranger. this man owes him nothing - no, if anything... it's Abel who owes him a debt of gratitude. he'd pulled him from the water, given him shelter... and patiently put up with him ever since.
but he can't seem to make himself stop, once he's started. it's just painful to look at. he feels like he'd go mad, if he let it be. ]
Putting that look on your face. You're smiling, but... it's like looking at a beaten dog.