[Putting away the jacket and boots he probably should have used, trying to release nervous energy by busying his hands with anything that might have looked even an inch out of place. But he'd heard the door open, had started to walk out from the bedroom before Cain had spoken- and there's a moment of surprise spared for the food he'd actually picked up.
He did try, in his own way (sometimes... awful way), and despite lingering upset Abel did still always notice. It meant something. More than he probably outwardly showed.]
Are you okay?
[Cause all this had been a lot™ and maybe he could try some too.]
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He did try, in his own way (sometimes... awful way), and despite lingering upset Abel did still always notice. It meant something. More than he probably outwardly showed.]
Are you okay?
[Cause all this had been a lot™ and maybe he could try some too.]