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[Bucciarati idly pets Zenzero, closing his eyes and sighing.]

The one that got us into this entire mess.

Remember when the weirdest shit we had to deal with was Mista's Pistols?

I remember. I miss those days.

[Abbacchio sighs, and reaches down to slip his new Eevee some of his dinner. His appetite isn't the best right now, understandably.]

Hopefully this won't last much longer.

... I'm not getting my hopes up, to tell you the truth.

[After a few moments of consideration, he lightly rests his hand on Abbacchio's back.]

[Abbacchio startles, but only because he wasn't expecting it and he soon relaxes.]

That bad?

Knowing our luck...

...yeah.

[Shit.]

Then again, maybe with all these other idiots around, their luck will cancel out ours.

I suppose we can only hope.

[His hand's not moving, though...]

It could be worse, but this still isn't great.

[And neither is Abbacchio. He may not be the most tactile of men, but it's different with Bucciarati. If anything, he relaxes a bit as Bucciarati's hand lingers.]

My clothes are wrecked and there's no hot water. How could it be worse?

We're not injured, from what I can tell--at least nothing that wasn't injured before.

[With Abbacchio relaxing like that... Bucciarati just keeps his hand there.]

... That idiot who dragged us along would be in considerably more trouble otherwise.

You know, I don't think I've ever seen you get physical with someone without Sticky Fingers.

[Abbacchio, your priorities...]

I'm definitely out of practice. [A beat.] Which, come to think of it, I should really be changing at this point.

[Abbacchio gestures to himself.]

I'm still in shape, if you want help with that.

[Moody Blues was non-combat, after all, so he had to do something just in case.]

I'd seriously appreciate the help.

Just say when, and we can figure something out.

[He nods.]

... Honestly, it probably wouldn't hurt to start while we don't have much else to do here.

Tomorrow, then, because I am too goddamn tired for this shit right now.

Understandably. I'm too tired for it myself.

[After all of that...

... okay, after all of that, and the fact that he'd just admitted he was tired, it's not entirely surprising if he just... quietly leans Abbacchio, right?]

[It's not, and Abbacchio shifts so he can better support Bucciarati as he leans against him.]

Take it easy, Bucciarati.

I'll try, at least. I have a feeling that's not going to be terribly easy, though.

Maybe not, but I don't wanna see what this place thinks is "medicine" if you get sick.

[Wincing.]

Good point. I'm not terribly eager to see that either.

Okay then.

[Is this how you express concern and tell someone they can rely on you?]

[Glancing up.]

... You take it easy, too, alright?

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