[Abbacchio's arm hooks around Narancia lightly. The other hand comes up to lightly ruffle his hair, because he isn't sure how else to show his affection right now.]

I hate it too. [He even kind of misses Fugo, but he doesn't bring that up either, a sore spot for all of them.] It'd be easier if it was all of us together.

But we'll have to make do until that happens, all right?

[There's a pause.] ...You were here living with him. Weren't you?