...That's a fine thing to believe in. [He pulls one of his knots free and uses the tie to hold the braid in; it'd be a waste to lose all that hard work right away, y'know?

Anyway, now it just means that he can wrap his actual people arms around Abbacchio as well, chin nestled in the crook of his neck. Just guys bein' dudes.] Between you and me, I think that almost sounds honourable. Kind of like...Some sort of moral compass that you can use to navigate through your future. Don't you think?

[It's a risk, going for the 'comedic turnabout' gambit so early in the piece, but Avdol plays it all the same; what else is he going to do right now? Try to shower Abbacchio in useless platitudes he's probably heard a million times over from people far more eloquent? No sir. He's going to practically upright-spoon this beautiful sadboy and try to make him feel better in the moment, since only one person can unfuck the fucking up and it's not Avdol.] Anyway, I'm here as emotional support for a while. So if you want to moonlace or talk about something else, whatever takes your fancy, I'm here for it.